We started this little greenhouse almost two years ago. It was pretty slow-going. Founded on bad reasons, it never got the right, healthy start that all new life needs. It was partly an interest thing. It was partly a timing thing. It was entirely an us thing.
Our greenhouse building years were waning. Sally’s construction life had shifted to quilts. The window on two-by-projects was closing. But, to me it was now or never. Sal chose never. I chose now. So, the little greenhouse was conceived half unwanted. Unloved by Sal, it lacked nourishment, support and attention. So did I. The quilts thrived and multiplied. We are infested with quilts.
Nature can be cruel.
It seemed as if the little greenhouse might not ever make it. It was sad; one of life’s little tragedies…the little greenhouse-never-meant-to-be withering in the rain partially finished….it’s little bones exposed to the wind………….
Then I got Shingles, Sal started up quilting like John Henry took up steel-drivin’ and the waif that was our greenhouse-to-be was simply left to die.
Sal is not the type to let that happen………….so she was talking openly about pulling “that crap’ down. It’s an eyesore!” I am pretty sure if Sal’s horse broke it’s leg, she’d have shot it before it hit the ground. I shudder to think what my fate would be if I even limped around for a long time.
And then, something snapped. An inner light shone. It was almost a spiritual awakening. All of a sudden Sal wanted the little greenhouse to live. Presumably, she wanted me to, as well. Both of us got some much overdue attention. I began to flourish again. Rosy cheeks and all.
And the greenhouse breathed new life…
And so, it is with great pride and a newfound love of glass houses that we introduce ‘greenhouse’ into our family. Doors to be attached at a later date….