Hubby surprised me with this portable greenhouse!
I’ve put it to work housing tomato plants from the nursery and my seedlings started in whatever containers and newspaper happened to be waiting to be recycled.
There is such a satisfaction with growing your own food. And I can teach my kids about the different plants, what leaves are edible and that we must wait for the fruits of our labour, quite literally. These pea sprouts have already been living outside for a few weeks now, they have roommates, or dirtmates, of beans, melons, radish, lettuces, pumpkin and hopefully onions. Oh and red chili peppers, too. That must be what the little tree plant is. I didn’t exactly make rows since I have a small raised bed and now the additional space of the green house. There is more order in the green house than the exposed bed of dirt. Small mounds form rows for tomato spouts, beans and peas are between the tomato mounds. Big Brother made his contribution of herbs that are neither in the rows of hills or the valleys between, there are tiny leaves between the stepping stones. Oh well.
The melons, cantaloupe and watermelon, were directly seeded in the dirt floor of the green house. With such a mild winter I took the risk of evading a late frost, daring Mother Nature I guess, I still keep an eye on the forecast just in case I need to use old blankets to cover the house and garden bed. The real threat to our backyard production is heat. The melons are supposed to like warmer weather and give sweeter fruit in return. The remainder of the garden will either bolt and die, or just fry and die. The pot of mint will come back again, it looks like a miniature jungle, it grows thicker with each drop of water it catches.
If the weather is kind, not too hot or dry, I will have a small bounty to cook with. I can’t wait!