The outside of our building looks like a forest green residential Pizza Hut circa 1970. Normally this doesn’t bother me because I don’t spend much time outside on the street staring at the building. The one area of exception to my general exterior apathy is the wall separating our deck from the neighbor’s. Every time I go out on the deck it taunts me. “Look at me!” it says, “I somehow manage to embody both cheesy disco *and* incredible blandness!”
I didn’t want to spend all summer staring at the Donny and Marie of walls.
Like any good
procrastinator urban gardening beginner I went online to look for potential solutions and discovered this vertical pallet garden. Go ahead. Click through. Admire the photographic evidence of its awesomeness and check out the tutorial. I’ll be right here when you get back.
Amazing right? Cheap, environmentally friendly, good use of vertical space, creative, will totally hide a wall. Everything I needed.
Here’s what gave me pause, though: I found this project on Pinterest. I love Pinterest but it’s a volatile sort of love. Partly because some of the projects are straight up ridiculous (just because you can make
everything in creation out of mason jars doesn’t mean you should). Partly because knowing that there are people in this world who run fifteen miles before making their kids a themed organic breakfast on a daily basis gives me an inferiority complex. But mostly because a lot of the projects on Pinterest that look simple and doable are not at all simple and doable. At least for me. I am the type of pinner who would accidentally take off half her eyebrow when trying a DIY facial.
It is therefore not without awe that I say this: My family and I made a pallet garden I found on Pinterest with minimal drama and the final product came out reasonably well. This is a rare and glorious moment I feel compelled to share.
Here’s how it went:
I roped my husband into finding a heat treated pallet that was in decent shape. “Why didn’t you just do it yourself?” you say, “It’s 2013. It’s okay to lift stuff and use hammers even if you don’t have a penis.” I agree. And I would have. Except my husband collects hammers and reads stuff like “Fine Cabinet Making” for fun so this is his area. I don’t want to have a dog and bark myself.
The resident “Fine Cabinet Making” aficionado reinforced the pallet’s slats and cleaned it up.
Then lined the inside of the pallet with landscaping fabric, broke down another pallet, and used the wood from that to enclose the bottom and the back. Pretty straightforward stuff.
|My kid “helping.”|
After that was done I took over. This is usually where things go horribly wrong.
Only they miraculously didn’t. Or at least not really. I bought a couple of bags of potting soil and some six pack plant starts, filled the pallet up, and left it laying flat for two weeks.