I have to laugh though because I felt so proud after a morning’s work in the old greenhouse above. We cleaned out 2 of 9 beds! 12 bags of salad from 2 beds! But certainly you can’t tell–at all–in this picture.
I always wonder what I am thinking when I take on a new task. Is all my sparse free time going to simply reappear when I do something eventually worthwhile like build a third greenhouse on the property? Is that laundry ever going to get done?
Greenhouse #3–or its beginnings, anyway–is located outside the garden proper. Sod’s a-busted, base frame set (and dug, which is not terribly obvious by the photo) but not assembled; this one will be 16’x32′. Those are 2x8x16′ untreated #1 pine boards. My poor brother gets to pick rocks. The chickens are pleased with the earth-turning, and I have no idea what Penny is doing: supervising? And Ruby the hen turkey is sitting on 14 eggs within the doghouse under the chicken tractor at right.
Actually, I truly enjoy these bouts of frenetic activity. The winter was mild enough to keep me in fine digging form so I do feel like the other two greenhouses and all the outdoor beds are on schedule, maintenance- and plant-wise. (The freak-warm weather enabled me to do infrastructure repairs and a bit of ground work much earlier than normal thus I avoided the usual early-spring work overload.) So technically I can build a new greenhouse and not worry about the rest, right?
But then I realize we’re where we should’ve been last week. Eeps!