“I have had enough of Trump. You are on notice to write about your greenhouse, fer Gawd’s sake. I wanna see it. I wanna see plants. And I want pictures, NOT just words! Seriously. Gimme lots of pictures. I am giving you four days in which to comply or else there will be consequences. Don’t make me come over there. “
He told me that in Campbell River on Tuesday. My deadline is nigh. So, to avoid whatever threat he is contemplating, please accept the following post as the compliance and capitulation demanded of me. Just be thankful he didn’t demand ravens……
The above picture was taken looking south. Entry door on the left. Picture taken from the back wall.
Sal has been somewhat busy already in the Greenhouse and in the garden these past three weeks. And we have lettuce up the wazoo as a result. Everything else is taking a bit of time but the micro climate inside is pretty pleasant by leafy standards. Everything is growing well. It’s always above 60 now — even in the evening and often up around 80-85 degrees Farenheit / 25 – 30 Celcius. At 80 F or so, the solar powered fan kicks on. If it goes higher, the fan spins faster and sometimes we open the doors for more air flow and, as well, the back wall also opens up. We keep a light breeze going through. It’s a very pleasant environment.
This is taken looking north but from the outside. It shows the black-blob solar fan. The curlicue tree in the foreground is a naturally occurring phenomena and not ‘my first Bonsai effort’ as Sal likes to claim.
The fan is on and spinning.
The picture below is taken looking Northwest. In the foreground is one of the large raised planter-cum-garden boxes that eventually takes the new seedlings germinated in the greenhouse and raises them to edible adulthood.
Decorator touches include a copper sink, a copper pan and the stumpy-stick handles on the doors.
Below, you will see the much-loved and doted-on seedlings under protective hardware cloth. That hardware cloth was deemed necessary due to some impudent and picky mice that munched some of the ‘new-born’ plants just as they poked up through the soil. Sometimes the nasty little long-tailed scourge ‘ostriched’ themselves to find the seeds! Stupid, they are not.
Ever since we placed the protection the plants have not been tampered with. Interesting, don’t you think? A seed might provide a 3 ounce mouse with a meal or, if left alone to grow, can feed 300 pounds of humans a few weeks later.