Pull up a chair among the Thyme and Lavender.
I once dreamed of having a little greenhouse that I grew little pots of Herbs.
It’s good to dream.
Now, snap out of it…I have to weed and water!
Tag: greenhouse
Clay Pots
Clay pots are affordable, practical and become more beautiful with age.
Over time they weather and absorb mineral salts from the soil.
If the conditions are right, a layer of green moss will adhere to the pot.
This shed at Snug Harbor Farm holds hundreds of their beautiful custom clay pots.
Pretty Patina
When you visit a garden center and pay just as much attention to the
weathered greenhouse doors as the plants and flowers; that’s me.
These are the doors that lead to the Shade Room at Terrain in Pennsylvania.
If only I could find this color at the paint store.
Color Creeping In
Unruly
The Cosmos are winding out of their pots.
I think they are looking for Spring.
With more cool weather expected,
it’s safer in the greenhouse.
Must Be Allergies
I’m itching to get into the garden.
It will be weeks before plants and seeds can be dropped into the raised beds,
but getting the beds ready with new compost and some new mulch around the kitchen garden can happen just as soon as it stops snowing!
The greenhouse needs new paint and some repairs this spring,
Rabbit Run Cottage is changing it’s colors this year,
and the empty chicken coop is going to undergo some changes.
I am opening up the little garden to a few Garden Club tours this summer,
so the pressure is on!
The Good Old Days
The delay button has been pushed on warm weather!
This calls for a reminder of sun filled days in the garden.
The Situation
Little critters moved into the greenhouse this winter.
Despite several attempts at location and eviction notices,
I couldn’t get more then a glimpse of the squatters.
Yes, I ran from the greenhouse with a few small screams, more then once!
Several times I brought in reinforcements.
My cats just lounged and cleaned their paws.
Last Saturday, the sun warmed to near 50 degrees and I announced it was ‘the day’,
I was going to find that mouse!
I bravely–stood on the little stool and poked at everything with a garden hoe.
Nothing moved, nothing scurried, no mouse.
Until I opened my toolbox!
How dare they–yes, they–take up residence in my toolbox!
Waiting for the next warm day to decontaminate EVERYTHING.
I Like My Pink Bright
Celosia doesn’t disappoint!
My Favorite Color
down to earth digs 