I don't know what is holding this thing together. I suspect mud nests. ::shudder::
The more I looked around Jinxieville, the more and more I appreciated that I married a handyman extraordinaire. Whereas I can barely change a lightbulb, he finds it no problem to throw together an entire new ROOM. He built our back deck almost exclusively by himself:
And he comes up with the greatest ideas from the simplest materials. He took apart an old, broken dog crate and whipped up a swinging gate for the top of the deck stairs to keep our boys safe:
I'm not sure how this project will ultimately turn out. I believe the idea is "cellar." This is what we have, so far:
He dug every inch of that, himself. I secretly think he just likes to dig as some form of therapy.
This is my favourite backyard structure.
But what I find most impressive by far is what he creates hand in hand with God every year.