So here's the story of my flower boxes. One day we were trying to return a pear tree to Wasatch Shadow's Nursery. You see, we had wanted a peach tree, but the peach trees that they had didn't look so good, so we decided to get a pear tree. Well, we were told that pear trees are not very good to have in the yard, and the fruit is hard to can. So we decided to trade that pear tree in for a peach tree. But, they didn't have any new peach trees in, and they wouldn't give us back our money for the pear tree. So we were looking around trying to find something else.
I rounded the corner, and there they were, my new flower boxes!!! I just couldn't pass them up. So I got with the local horticulturist there at the nursery, and together we picked some lovely flowers to go in my new flower boxes. Well, 3 bags of soil, and about 20 plants later, me and my new flower boxes were off for home.
Now, it was up to Tom to get them hooked to the front of our house (this is where the .22 caliber shells come in). As you know, if you have been down Winter Wheat way lately, all of the houses have stone fronts. Well as it turns out (despite me asking Tom to make sure that he had all of the mounting hardware he would need) the fronts of the houses are not totally even, and so the screws he had were not long enough for the window in front of Megan's room.
So he started with hanging the one in front of Max's room. Apparently those stones are more even, so the screws that Tom had were long enough for the three attachment points for that planter box.
Well, the one in front of Megan's window was different. After Tom hung the first one, and filled that with dirt for me, I dutifully started planting all of my new lovely plants. I heard Tom drilling the first hole, and the hanging of the 2nd planter was under way. Well, just about as I was finished with the flowers in the first one, I hear this BANG!!! - sounded like a bullet being fired, about scared me out of my pants! - Well, turns out, it was a bullet being fired. Because he didn't have a long enough screw, he used his 'Hilti' nailer, an just shot 2 nails into the wall to hold up the planter. Well, after I finished cleaning myself up inside, I went back out, and sure enough, there was the planter box, all hung on the wall. (Only time will tell if it will stay there or not!! Tom assures me it will)
Well, there is the story of my new planter boxes and the .22 caliber shells - hope we don't have to do those again anytime soon!


