"Your greenhouse sure is empty," says Virginia. "Why don't you fill it with pots and get started? Stick a heater in if a night's going to be too cold?"
I don't want to use a heater, which might not only be expensive but might burn the place down.
"What's the point, then, for having it?" she says. "You could set up a hydroponic garden and grow tilapia or perch in the water."
Patience, patience. Some day that may happen. Remember, the greenhouse arrived at the end of Fall. I didn't have a chance to get things going this season.
"Oh, come on," she says. "You've managed to finish a bunch of book updates, run hundreds of miles, practice piano for a couple concerts, and write a few poems. Certainly you could have devoted some time to the greenhouse."
Yeah, well, get off my back. You're probably feeling neglected yourself, like the woman who says our donkey's too thin. Go ahead, sick the greenhouse protection society on me.
(Some people need to listen instead of talk so much.)
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