Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Still sawing and hammering...

Too busy building to keep up with the blog... I've made good progress the last few days and by dark tonite got all the holes closed in. I've been blanketing and plastic covering a row of lettuces in the garden, seeded in mid august, to protect them from some killer frosts and at last I was able to move them to the new greenhouse bed.(Wow, I should have cleaned that last window before I started taking pictures!) It'll be interesting to see how warm it gets with the sunshine forcast for tomorrow.

Unfortunately the frost went right through my old leaky single pane greenhouse last week and killed off my sweet million tomato plants with a couple hundred beautiful tomatos hanging on them, sigh.

The chickies have moved in to the adjoining winter coop and are all getting along well. The have figured out how to find the roost and they put themselves to bed each evening at 6. All I have to do is close the door. Clever birds!


5 comments:

Gwen Buchanan said...

what a splendid greenhouse...!!! wouldn't that be a great structure attached to the side of a people-house too....

those little lettuces look pretty happy in there... little do they know just yet that they will be eaten...

kathi dunphy said...

Thanks Gwen! It was 25 degreesC by 11 this morning in there so I opened 2 windows for the day. I'm going to put a couple of deck chairs out there for southern tropical fantasies in Febuary. Some of us go into really deep denial with the approach of winter....

Gwen Buchanan said...

The chairs sound like a perfect idea... then you can always close your eyes and dream...

one good thing about the coast... we receive lots of sun in the winter... hey you could even set up in there with your easel...

mansuetude said...

my mother had a great little green house with delicate lettuce, i always found it a magical mystery tour, all the windows and the putty falling around, things to be plucked and things to be sewn...

thanks for the reminder.

kathi dunphy said...

Mansuetude, I think children left to themselves and their imaginings discover a greenhouse as a different kingdom. How I loved my father's greenhouse as a small child in England, communing with fairies who only revealed themselves to me.