I am calling this one my ‘Dreamhouse’ ! It is taking shape out at the farm. Brent thought of it as my 60th birthday gift supreme , and I , of course, made it a bit more grand….
We had the perfect place to put a greenhouse, facing South, on the end of our workshop/former grow-op building. Our trusty stone-guy, Jimmy Morgan built a perfect foundation wall and B.C. Greenhouse Builders got to work….
I chose a beautiful shade of celadon green for the aluminum frame. They actually build the greenhouse (but don’t glaze it), then take it all down and get a baked on paint job done! I will update this post once it returns all painted.
This got me thinking of all the greenhouses I have loved and lost over the years…. here are some pictures of ones that got away…..
This was in Regina, and I think I was 13. I still remember buying those two Gloxinia tubers at Simpsons (Sears) for .59 cents each . I am holding my guinea pig Zackery, with my good friend Barry McKnight. Notice behind my knee ? A Saran-wrapped pot of something precious germinating….. I still do it the same way today.
The big move to B.C. in 1968, and my first B.C. Greenhouse Builders greenhouse. We didn’t have any money, but my mom made monthly payments and I started selling plants !
I think I see some of my first orchids inside the door of the white-washed greenhouse. These were Cymbidiums, rescued from the garbage pile of Le Nobel Orchids, also located in Richmond at that time.
1972 ! Look – no pot belly ! And the hair…..
And here it is in late May, 2015 ! Now I have to (slowly) fill it ! The two roses are both David Austin’s ‘Carding Mill’, which I took a gamble on. It is fantastic ! Re-blooms on and off all summer…. lightly fragrant ……. growing in shallow, terrible soil…… fabulous ! B.C. Greenhouse Builders did an amazing job, once again, for me !
Just the other morning, out at the farm , Corona our chatty Wonder-Dog announced he wanted to go outside to experience this amazing sunrise ! I was stunned by the non-grey January apparition and ran for my camera! Mount Baker (in Washington state) can be seen on the horizon, and a light frost is on the grass. My art installation of huge metal spheres from Branch Studio in Detroit does just what I envisioned – breaking up the space without competing with the vista. 