A rush job almost always has to be redone, doesn't it?
On our 22nd anniversary last October, having received an email that a local business was shifting gears and selling their greenhouse, we checked it out and bit. Two weeks later its pieces were in a pile near our older and littler greenhouse. Then in a few more weeks it was up and ready to go, except I hadn't given much thought or attention to the floor. That was fine until this summer, when the place entered the first stages of becoming a forest.
This week, after meeting pressing deadlines, I attacked the weed patch, put down black plastic covered by black mesh cloth and, in the two aisles, laid long rubber mats, all despite 110+ degrees even with big fans blowing. I was not about to plant fall garden things and winter greens while having to push aside wiregrass growing like cobwebs. I also began to close gaps in an attempt to get the place ready for cold weather. I'm not finished yet, but it's looking civilized again.
"Fans blowing?" says Virginia. "In your greenhouse?"
Umm, haven't I mentioned that for our birthdays this year, we had electricity installed in the barn and the greenhouse? Now my plants can listen to classical music.
2 weeks ago