The Little White House

Week 9 or so of our COVID Stay-at-home/what happened to our life order, we started building a green house. One of us has a cache of old windows, because old stuff is cool, especially windows.

My Loving Spouse informed me that the windows had to sort of match or otherwise the Green House would look like a Bad British Word. The size of the Green house was dictated by the windows we chose. Luckily, I had plenty to pick from and was still able to make sure the Green house turned out ‘cute’, which is as important as growing stuff.

We set all the posts in concrete, because we want the Green House to stay here at the farm and not get blown across the valley. If you don’t believe me about our wind, you’ve never been here in the spring.

I was going to say something clever, like during times of stress we ‘over build’, while other people may ‘over eat’ or ‘over drink’, but the truth is, we’re doing that too.

I am one of the few from my school who works everyday from school. An elementary school without the children is pretty quiet and sad. I cannot help, but be very concerned about ‘our’ kids.

Building our Green house is a creative way to control something, while so much is out of our control. We build and then make an adjustment or two along the way.

Three feet high trusses are determined too steep. We revamp the design and I become (if I do say so myself), quite the truss builder. My Loving Spouse and I have no truss issues.

Our growing season is short. We are both looking forward to having the Green house to start plants, extend the growing season and enjoy the simple pleasure of gardening. Our little house is not done, but we’re pleased with how much we’ve accomplished.

Honestly, right now, I struggle more with frustrations than I do fear, but I want to focus more on ‘hope’….

To quote Audrey Hepburn,

“To Plant A Garden Is To Believe In Tomorrow…”

…and we are blessed.