We made our bed but didn't lie in it.

I want to raise meat rabbits. So, I built some cages*. We decided the north side of the garage would be a perfect place for our rabbitry but we needed to build a stand with a roof to hold the cages and protect them from the weather.

We perused our pile of leftover and scavenged wood; surely there was enough material here for a cage stand.

Nope, no matter how many designs we came up with, nothing was working.

Then we looked up. In the garage rafters was a day bed frame left by the former owners. Maybe this would work and wouldn't it be classy, in a funky kind of way, to have our rabbit cages lounging on a day bed?

In an act of supreme daring-do, Tom climbed up on the stepladder and finagled the pieces down to me. We assembled the ugly thing, only to find it was too small to hold both cages.

We didn't want to take it apart after all that work, but what do you do with a bed frame if you don't want another bed?

I've been thinking that what we need around the property are stands or benches, something to put your tools on while you work or to rest your weary bones. Part of that wood pile in the garage are slabs of beadboard that our neighbor had long ago retrieved from a church being torn down. We'd hoped to use it in the house but it is too brittle and worn to fully disassemble so we've kept it attached to the framing boards. The top piece on the pile just happened to fit onto the bed frame, and, shazam...

...a fancy garden stand.

The rabbit cages are still in the garage but now we have a bed at the head of our garden bed. And we've given the neighbors something else to wonder about. A win win.

* "I built some cages". That phrase doesn't remotely begin to describe what I went through. When I get over the trauma, I may write about it.