Category: Stories
The first day of spring
My first entry!
Blinkie
OK–maybe it is our fault because we stored the birdseed on the patio, but it was in a trashcan with a closed lid. Apparently, the lid was easily mastered by a raccoon. A year ago, we had found a baby raccoon creating a ruckus on our patio by jumping on the trash can and trying…
Seeds are started.
Seeds are started and we go out each evening to see what is peeking through the potting mix. We bought masonry mixing tubs, drilled holes in the bottom, and are growing lettuce, spinach, radishes and carrots. (I planted a short stubby variety of carrots so they would have just enough room to grow.) Getting ready…
Rushing home.
Now that winter has officially decided to stay around, I want to share with you the best part of the greenhouse. Of course, I love that we can move all of the patio plants out of the garage and can park inside again. I love that we have seeds started for the spring garden. I…
The most awesome Christmas present ever!
As presents go, this one has to be tops. I cannot relay to you the craftsmanship that went into building this greenhouse. I also can’t relay to you the number of new tools that got to be purchased to build this greenhouse! So, it was a win-win situation for everyone involved. I can’t get over…
We beat the storm.
Check out the craftsmanship. Done just in time.
Snow coming…
Have to really hurry and get the siding and roof on before the snow.
It looks like a real building.
Check out the progress.
The greenhouse is a go!
It is November and the greenhouse is becoming real! I can’t believe it and I can’t wait for it to be done. We have lots of plans for it and I have already started ordering seeds. I found a new company, Pinetree Seeds, that seems to be reasonable in price and also seems to have…
Okra, anyone?
Why did we go to Birmingham in September 2009? I had won a spot in a cook off (my first) and we traveled their with expectations of coming home richer. I think we did come home richer, but not monetarily. The first highlight was the Saturday Market. What a wonderful tradition. My preconceived ideas about…