Flea Market Gardening: Recycled Tire Planter
Sharon Wolff When I announced my search for old tires, wooden pallets and chipped bowling balls, I immediately sensed worry from my family. I overheard phrases like "...the backyard... Sanford & Sons...", "...not bringing a dirty tire all the way home from West Virginia...", "...please don't tell her about that pallet...". People outside the family were even bold enough to shake their heads. One person actually called me crazy. Chris, I suspect you possess footage of me explaining myself to the hooting Wolff's Flea Market staff as a big old tire was loaded into my van. To others, this new mission seemed quite out of the realm of normalcy. Although we are a flea market, picker family, it appeared that no one had ever shown interest in collecting such large, heavy cast-offs, commonly found near Dumpsters or bowling alleys. They were especially confused about the bowling ball, because the few select people who are privy to a certain secr...