A greenhouse is more than a place to protect and propagate plants. It's like a cabin--it's a place to escape to, a place to create, and a place to work at one's avocation. It's about dreams, too.
I'll be sowing my first seeds in containers later this week, and I'm so excited to use my greenhouse for the purpose they were made for. I've got some great stainless steel shelves, antique watering cans, an old boiler to store potting soil in, and a great child's wicker chair in one corner. I'll be puttering around in this structure until the cold of next winter forces me back into the house. Meanwhile, I have all of these lovely months ahead to nurture my seeds into plants hardy enough to face the real microclimate of my Maltby garden. Life is good.
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