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…
The Les Becker Bookshop.
The time has come. The jumbled space you see above will soon make way for my second greenhouse build, on the 2nd floor balcony of my building.
This should have been done last fall, but Read more…
Beckers have talent. Sarrah has the most talent, though.
I have kind of/sort of duplicated Ruby’s kitchen table, complete with space heater underneath, in my own small way.
Ruby’s table was a safe space for me, and I miss it dreadfully. My table is much smaller, but I can feel her here in spirit, so I think it was a good idea, even if it did end up in a strange spot.
Emily Sarah – please note the crib board – we need to test out the card-playing vibe soon!
Ky uploaded a new song – give it a listen!
I just love the sequence of events that seem to play out in this slideshow. Uncle Dodo really only appears to be oblivious.
The Les Becker Bookshop.
This is an incredibly sad day. I have lost a dear, dear friend, a wonderful lady that has supported me and all I do for the last 14 years.
She held my hand when my father died, and my heart when my mother followed two years later. She became an adopted grandmother to my daughter and to Ky’s best friend as well.
She was Carson’s “Gramma Dot”, and she loved us all as if we were her own.
She was there with a story, a cup of coffee, a crossword puzzle or a game of crib, through more turbulent times than I can count, and when I was at my lowest, she pulled me back up and made me want to write again.
She was my muse and my editor, combined. She lit up my world.
I don’t have a way to describe the loss I feel. There are no words to say how much she meant to me.
Goodbye, Ruby. Rest now. You will never be forgotten.
I believe I may owe Sault Ste. Marie an apology… I’ve concluded that we are still experiencing winter in April because Kaylee loves snow more than just about anything else. I should never have allowed her to watch “The Secret” (and since she’s obviously running the Universe now, I wish she loved money this much).