I worked at the greenhouse build in bits and bobs, about 45 minutes at a time over the last couple of days, and I’m pleased to say it’s nearly finished…. and I’m at a standstill because I”m out of plastic.
I have also yet to come up with a door solution – lots of ideas, though; I just have to test them once I’m plastic-enabled again.
This is a bigger space than the Belfry Greenhouse upstairs was (I had to dismantle that one in preparation for The Reno from Hell and believe me, I cried the whole time I was pulling it down), and I’m recycling the plastic used up there.
Still, the 2nd Floor Greenhouse is at least usable, now, so today I will spend my bits and bobs of time out there reorganizing and getting more seeds planted for the upcoming Tarmac Gardening Season. Below is a slideshow of the greenhouse build as I slowly enveloped it plastic…
This is my favourite part of the walk with the dogs. We go out to run the fields twice a day, and this is the first section of our journey. It’s so peaceful through this trail, and I always find at least a shopping bag worth of pine and spruce cones.
I’m glad to be back here again for a bit, but it’s odd not sleeping at Ruby’s house – I’ve got used to it, and our bedtime routine.
This stint of “farm-sitting” was scheduled back before Ruby went to hospital with the last bout of pneumonia, and her son had set up a visit with one of Ruby’s nieces to “cover for me”, while I’m out here. I’ve been visiting in the afternoon instead, and that feels weird, too.
Aubrey is on a short trip this time – 4 days – he’s gone to a yoga conference in Toronto. That seems so strange to think of Aubrey at a yoga conference, of all things, but he says he’s having a good time.
He’s also going through a reno right now. His, though, seems to be going more smoothly than mine, although he’s literally living in the midst of the house being ripped up and rebuilt around him, while everything he owns is piled up in the middle of the room.
He’s had the floors ripped out and replaced entirely – just one last room left for new flooring – and all the walls have been freshly painted, and he’s demolishing an entire end wall of his living room and remodeling it.
And his huge reno will still be finished before my one little attic room. I’m both jealous and resigned to that fact.
I’m sleeping with the dogs at the farm for the next 10 nights, and keeping the home fires burning for my brother. He has run away to Hawaii, the shit.
After swearing at the coffee maker that I couldn’t get to “coffee” (again – this happened to me this past summer when I “farm-sat”, and this time, Aubrey showed me step-by-step what to do – nothin’. His coffee maker will not make me a single cup of coffee.), and swearing at the wood-pile that didn’t want to give up a few sticks of wood to get the fire going in the the airtight stove (at least I won that battle), I took the dogs out into a Winter Wonderland.
Kaylee was stunned, ecstatic, and overjoyed with the amount of snow at the farm. She plowed non-stop through snow up to her neck in places. Bert and Ernie caught a bit of her joy bug and romped around with her, when normally, they usually all kind of cut away in different directions during morning runs.
Aubrey also showed me how to get Netflix up and running on his bedroom TV yesterday, you know, so I could take my new “No Netflix” lifestyle and just pitch it out a window and get all addicted again on Night 1. “You don’t even need to sign in!” he exclaimed. “See? Just turn it on!”
“Sign in to your account.” Is actually what comes up on that screen when I turn it on.
Thanks, Aub. Either your instructions suck, or I have become Tech Stupid (and that’s very possible).
I did get this glorious photo, though – which is now a Christmas Card at Les Becker Designs (you should buy one to send to your Gramma).
And I got the fire going, Former Girl Guide that I am! The farmhouse had better still be standing when I get back out there tonight.
Terry’s Anthurium has bloomed for the first time since before he died. Kyla gave him this plant when she moved out a few years ago, and he doted on it like it was his child. I had been promising him that I would repot it for months before he got sick again, and I just never got around to it until he’d been gone for about a month.
It holds a place of honour in his old living room, where I can see it, and talk to it every day, and I hope to be able to do so for many years to come.
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