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would it be more difficult to move a raised bed garden by emptying it, moving it, refilling it, then replanting perennials, or by trying to get a tarp under it and dragging it. (1′ h x 4′ w x 4′ d)
I have 23 of them, built them myself, last year. There is no way I am going to break them and throw them away. They also have mesh bottoms. I should have mentioned that.

Im building 5 raised garden beds in the backyard. Ive purchased redwood lumber for construction. i am stacking 3 boards(2×6 8ft) high, giving me a bed depth of 17". one bed is 24′x3′ split in 3 sections, and 4 will be 16′x4′ split 2 sections. im in socal and soil is sandy. looking for suggestions regarding lining the bed with plastic or rubber or bare. just trying to make wood last, was expensive. how long will redwood last with soil in contact with wood. how high should i fill soil and what soil to use.(top soil, mixed, manure) and lastly, fenced garden area is 27′x21′. should taller plants(corn, vines) be planted on north side? Im assuming sun from south and will cast shadow. TIA

I was digging through my outdoor, raised bed garden in southeastern Alabama. The following is a link to a video of me cracking open the egg after keeping it for a few days, to say the least the smell was absolutely horrid. As in the video, the egg was quite large, more than 3x the size of a typical chicken egg from the grocery store. — Also, thanks a lot for the time and help with ID’ing the egg!

Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mmnB8nks2hg

My 2 year old cat, female, lives a indoor/outdoor lifestyle. She’s intact, she’s a mouser, she loves the outdoors…it’s like she’s a genuine farmcat. She’s never been to the vet. She has had kittens twuice before. I guess I never really thought about it as "big deal", and I never make a big deal out of it. I just let nature take its course. She’s happy, healthy, and she comes in as often as she pleases–and is in all the time when her kittens are born(until they’re rehomed, at 8wks). Every night, generally, she sleeps with me. I groom her everyday, and during grooming i check for ticks, visible parasites, bruises, wounds, etc. She hasn’t had one yet. I check her feces for worms regularly, but she has been wormed before.

The second cat is 6 months old. She’s spayed, strictly indoors. She’s current on vaccinations. She’s on frontline flea/tick prevention. I dno’t know why I treat her so much differently…maybe beccause she’s a lot younger. Either way, she’s no house cat. Or at least, she doesn’t want to be. She’s clawing at the door constantly, whenever someone comes in she darts out as fast as she can. I’ve taken her out once because her constant scratching was more than I could take. All she did was roll around in the grass and pur, and chase butterflies. Then I brought her back in.

I’m seriously considering letting her roam, as my adult cat does. Problem is…my adult cat was raised outside from about 10wks on… while Queenie, the 6 month old, has never been out before… and while I provide fresh food&water, bedding, shelter, heat/shade etc.. I’m worried she wouldn’t know her way around.

My adult cat doesn’t kill birds. Well, she has killed two before in her lifetime. And I would know, because she brings them to the doorstep for me(as she does with mice).
She has only once tried to catch a rabbit once.. our town is OVERRUN with rabbits! I’m telling you, my neighbors would come over to hug me if they thought my cat was a rabbit hunter. No one can have a decent garden, because all these rabbits are digging through fences, jumping them, etc. etc.
But I caught the baby rabbit and nursed it up, anyways.

I’m kind of concerned that Queenie would hunt more. LIke, kill birds…rabbits…squirrels….and i don’t want her to. I guess it doesn’t matter too much. I’ve ujst always liked that my older cat primarily hunts mice.

So, those are my concerns to not let her out. But I also know she owuld be 10x happier outside, running around, loving life, climbing trees, etc… instead of inside, clawing at the door, waiting desperately for someone to open the door.

As for my adult cat–YES I am aware that indoor cats have a higher life expectancy. However, what good is that life span if it’s spent whining and crying by a door? I won’t be selfish like that.
I know my cats would rather live a year outside, enjoying themselves thoroughly, than twenty years inside, trapped, bored, etc.

I’m not judging anyone else, i’m not trying to say all cats should be outdoors–if your cat’s happy indoors, GREAT. mine’s not and I want to know how to deal with it. TY

(sorry if my facts are all rambled. I have not slept for like three days)

For more than twenty years Elma has been known all around Redville village as the "Oracle". Whenever she walked in the streets of Redville or even a neighboring town, people would dash at her and demand that Elma would unfold their futures.

"Help me," an old man said, kissing Elma’s bony hand, "will I die anytime soon?"

"No, me first." Another lady said from behind Elma, "will my son live in battle?"

"I’m sorry," Elma patted the old man’s hand and smiled at the lady. "I’ll have to go, I can’t predict anything that has to do with life and death. I’m sorry."

Some People in Redville doubted Elma’s powers and said that her inability to predict life and death made her look like a phony.

"She says that she can predict anything, but she couldn’t predict my husband’s death. She’s just so bad."

Whenever Elma heard these accusations, she’d frown and wave at her ears. She believed in what she did. When a young boy once stopped her on her way back home and asked her why she works as an oracle she replied. "I just wish to make a difference in people’s life." Then she disappeared into thin air.

But things changed on a cold, rainy night. Elma sat at the top of her tower resting her chin on the black stoned fence. After some minutes of gazing aimlessly at the pouring rain, she screwed up her eyes and watched the stars. Thick clouds drifted slowly, isolating the stars from Elma’s sight. And the frequent thunder that cracked through the sky added to her agitation.

She kicked the chair’s leg and elbowed the door of the tower, but before she went down the stony staircase another bolt of thunder boomed across the sky and Elma collapsed on her back.

Feeling sudden heat at her palm, she raised it to her face. A blue light flickered inside her palm lines, as if electricity was going through them. She knew what that meant. Whenever a prophecy falls over an oracle unintentionally her palms go alight.

She held her head up high and breathed in twice. Then she smiled at the smell of the beach that she grew ten years ago down the garden of the tower. Slowly, She cleared her mind, knowing that if she didn’t concentrate in the coming ten minutes, the prophecy would escape her powers and she won’t be able to retrieve it again.

Red light flashed in her head and all of a sudden she found herself in a room with a wide bed, surrounded with a filmy, grey curtain and an open window where the moonlight poured.

A boy squatted on a carpet, crying over the body of a faceless man. Although Elma couldn’t recognize the boy, she felt like he resembled someone she met before. The boy’s wet, brown hair that was pulled backwards, his aquiline nose even his bright blue eyes, where all signs that made Elma connect this boy to someone she knew a long time ago.

In front of the boy there was a man with black hair growing at his chin, but that man had something else that made Elma recognize him immediately, his eyes glimmered with two different colors, one red and the other green. He was Vladimir, the ruler of Redville.

The boy shouted something at Vladimir, his bony cheek bones swooping forward, and then Vladimir took out a wooden handed dagger and dipped in his left chest.

A voice in Elma’s head kept on repeating the name. "The Gustavs. Tell them. The Gustavs"

She knew it. Elma had know Edward Gustav since a long time and when she saw the boy’s face she thought that he might be Edward’s son, but she wasn’t sure until she heard that voice. This prophecy belonged to the Gustavs.

But why will Vladimir kill himself? Why will the Gustav’s boy be there when Vladimir kills himself? And who’s that faceless dead body?

Elma didn’t want to cram her head with more questions. She went down into her room, dragged her cloak and dashed down Redville dark streets on her way to the Gustav’ house.

I’m not self conceited, i wrote the question this way just to attract your attention.

For more than twenty years Elma has been known all around Redville village as the "Oracle". Whenever she walked in the streets of Redville or even a neighboring town, people would dash at her and demand that Elma would unfold their futures.

"Help me," an old man said, kissing Elma’s bony hand, "will I die anytime soon?"

"No, me first." Another lady said from behind Elma, "will my son live in battle?"

"I’m sorry," Elma patted the old man’s hand and smiled at the lady. "I’ll have to go, I can’t predict anything that has to do with life and death. I’m sorry."

Some People in Redville doubted Elma’s powers and said that her inability to predict life and death made her look like a phony.

"She says that she can predict anything, but she couldn’t predict my husband’s death. She’s just so bad."

Whenever Elma heard these accusations, she’d frown and wave at her ears. She believed in what she did. When a young boy once stopped her on her way back home and asked her why she works as an oracle she replied. "I just wish to make a difference in people’s life." Then she disappeared into thin air.

But things changed on a cold, rainy night. Elma sat at the top of her tower resting her chin on the black stoned fence. After some minutes of gazing aimlessly at the pouring rain, she screwed up her eyes and watched the stars. Thick clouds drifted slowly, isolating the stars from Elma’s sight. And the frequent thunder that cracked through the sky added to her agitation.

She kicked the chair’s leg and elbowed the door of the tower, but before she went down the stony staircase another bolt of thunder boomed across the sky and Elma collapsed on her back.

Feeling sudden heat at her palm, she raised it to her face. A blue light flickered inside her palm lines, as if electricity was going through them. She knew what that meant. Whenever a prophecy falls over an oracle unintentionally her palms go alight.

She held her head up high and breathed in twice. Then she smiled at the smell of the beach that she grew ten years ago down the garden of the tower. Slowly, She cleared her mind, knowing that if she didn’t concentrate in the coming ten minutes, the prophecy would escape her powers and she won’t be able to retrieve it again.

Red light flashed in her head and all of a sudden she found herself in a room with a wide bed, surrounded with a filmy, grey curtain and an open window where the moonlight poured.

A boy squatted on a carpet, crying over the body of a faceless man. Although Elma couldn’t recognize the boy, she felt like he resembled someone she met before. The boy’s wet, brown hair that was pulled backwards, his aquiline nose even his bright blue eyes, where all signs that made Elma connect this boy to someone she knew a long time ago.

In front of the boy there was a man with black hair growing at his chin, but that man had something else that made Elma recognize him immediately, his eyes glimmered with two different colors, one red and the other green. He was Vladimir, the ruler of Redville.

The boy shouted something at Vladimir, his bony cheek bones swooping forward, and then Vladimir took out a wooden handed dagger and dipped in his left chest.

A voice in Elma’s head kept on repeating the name. "The Gustavs. Tell them. The Gustavs"

She knew it. Elma had know Edward Gustav since a long time and when she saw the boy’s face she thought that he might be Edward’s son, but she wasn’t sure until she heard that voice. This prophecy belonged to the Gustavs.

But why will Vladimir kill himself? Why will the Gustav’s boy be there when Vladimir kills himself? And who’s that faceless dead body?

Elma didn’t want to cram her head with more questions. She went down into her room, dragged her cloak and dashed down Redville dark streets on her way to the Gustav’ house.

‘Emma come here right now’ Susan shouted,she was 40 years old and quite frankly sick of tidying up after her kids she had pale blond hair and a small fragile body,she leaned down picking up yet another plate of the floor. She thought she had raised her children to be respectful and obedient but after 15 years she was starting to realise that that was not the case. She stood up straight and gave Emma a look as she came trudging down the stairs. The look on her face said It all she was angry and frustrated ever since Mike had left her she had been working twice as hard just so that they would be able to keep their house and she expected more help and support around the house but obviously the children didn’t understand that.

It was a sunny day and I could feel a warm glow on my body,the sky was baby blue and I breathed in the scent of freshly cut grass as I sat In my garden under the apple tree. I heard my mum once say that this was where my dad proposed to her and she had never been happier,of course that didn’t matter now,he had left them over 2 years ago and It didn’t look like he was coming back. I dwelled on that for a few minutes and than closed my eyes again Imagining what It would be like to go back to that time where everyone was happy and It felt like nothing could ever change that. My mind was drifting and I could feel myself getting lost In my thoughts until my mothers piercing voice woke me up,judging by her recent behaviour she was In no mood for games so I quickly stood up,pulling my skirt down and started walking down the steps Into the house.
Looked like I was right, by the look on her face I knew It was no time for playing around
‘On It mum’ I danced across the room,grabbed the plate and managed to avoid slipping on the mess on the floor. Susan sighed and sat down on the couch rubbing her hands together,winter was coming,she could smell it and she wasn’t sure If they would make It through this time,after all It was so unpredictable,scorching hot one day freezing the next.

Emma went up to her room,she sat on her bed and cuddled her pillow tracing around the embroidery with her fingers,she was annoyed at her mum for making her feel guilty ,her dad for leaving and the rest of the world simply for the way it was,she looked up facing the mirror and studied her face,her features were sharp,her black hair was covering her dark green eyes and as she looked down she noticed how big she had gotten,she had really grown these past few months,she was almost as tall as her brother Aaron.As If on cue he entered the room he shut the door behind him and leaned again the wall ‘You done packing?’ he looked around the messy room and cleared his voice ‘Stupid question’
first draft so take no notice of the punctuation x

I built two raised beds with 2"x12" PT lumber. Knowing that PT lumber should not be used for edible gardening, even thought the manufacturers have changed the chemicals to a copper compound. I initially lined the entire inside of the box with 4mm plastic sheeting and stapled to to the top edge. I did not realize that the plastic would become brittle and shred.

I am wondering if I could pull the dirt back and paint Kilz on the inside of the box to seal it. Is Kilz non toxic? Is the new PT lumber really dangerous as it leaches into vegetable garden soil?