WE picked this thing up on sale year before last, and we have found the spot for it. It’s heavy—takes Jane and me to carry the package; and large enough for a cafe set and shelves for plants. We’ve been puzzling over to how make sure it doesn’t go airborne in our occasional 40 mph winds, and think we have the idea. The highland Scots tied two stones on a rope and flung them at intervals over the rooftree of thatched huts to prevent wind damage. And I think that will suffice.
This gives us a place to shelter plants, to get morning glory and moonflower started early enough, and also a place to treat some of our whitefly problem that turns up in the winter with plants indoors. We didn’t get the pond open yet: we were going to, but it was bitter cold and blustery, and it just wasn’t a good day.
Jane and I got the skeleton up, and we’ll figure out the covering tomorrow or the next day.
We went out to eat tonight—rarely do that—and caught part of the Mariners game down in spring training. They’ve been going great guns, and scored two in the first inning. This is good. We’re happy.
So we’ll have a plant area outside that’s immune to the freezes. Got this monster at Lowe’s a couple of years back, but they often repeat things. It’s the cheapest greenhouse at this size you can get, even if it’s not on sale.
Very stout pipe for the framework: it weighs a ton. And no tools needed for assembly, just wingnuts.
I, on the other hand, managed to bash Jane in the forehead with a pipe as I maneuvered to save her from stepping back on a stack of heavy pipes; and then I had my hand around a joint I was adjusting when she decided to help from the other end of the pipe: caught a fold of skin on my ring finger, and it’s going quite purple and puffy in the immediate area of the pinch. The Keystone Cops are in full display. It’s spring and we’re back in the yard. Feels good.