Two summers ago the greenhouse I inherited from my Granddad was mostly broken windows and cat shit. However, I took a turn; replaced the broken glass, removed half a meter of soil and made a “floor” out of sand and tiles. The greenhouse now serves as a bit of an oasis. Maybe not so much for growing plants (Actually I’ve only got four small tomatoes) – but for me. It’s a prefectly peaceful place to spend a couple of hours. Especially as long as the weather is not completely reliable.
Pure bliss and contemplation to just sit here; listening to the birds and enjoying all the green wonders that unfold (almost explosively) in the garden right now – maybe adding a little embroidering, writing, reading and sipping tea. More on that topic later!