The wonders of recycling

These are my climbers.

The big one on the right is the skeleton of an old outdoor umbrella. The little one on the left is a tripod made of metal shelving and plastic ties. In the background on the right is a dishwasher rack supporting some mung beans my husband planted.

I probably don't have a Martha Stewart yard.

Living in a house with four boys is hard on furniture and appliances. At some point we got tired of throwing things away all the time and my very creative spouse got--well--creative. Stacks of odd junk got stacked behind the shed.

I've noticed that this penchant for junk-cobbling has been passed down to my oldest son. He combs the recycling bins for his inventions. Did I mention this was the child who tried to build a 'brainwashing hat' with a metal bowl, electrical wiring, and a lava lamp? Did I mention he used good scientific practice by testing it--not out on himself--but on his sibling?

Whatever genetic wackiness is going on I seem to be getting into the spirit of it. We have a bolo golf set that I am reimaging for tomato stabilization. Those things are worse than lawn jarts in terms of fun that can cause a concussion.