Greenhouse Hopes and Sorrow
This morning I worked in our little rigged-up greenhouse. There is something about the atmosphere in a greenhouse that fills me with peace, hope, and joy. It is bursting with life.
When I was in college, I worked in the campus greenhouse. It was a refuge, probably a major thing that helped me stick out the four years at that church-affiliated school. At that time, Joni Mitchell was singing “they took all the trees and put ’em inna tree museum, then they charged the people a dollar an’ a half jus’ to see ’em. Don’t it always seem to go, you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone, they paved paradise and put up a parkin’ lot.” So it was quite a shock when I visited the school a few years later and they had torn down the greenhouse and put a parking lot in its place. I guess I’m still not over that since here I am thinking about it over thirty years later.
Meanwhile in my own little special place, I have salads, radishes, chives, parsley growing. Today I sowed some marigolds, my favorite ones whose seed I save each year. I like the ones that get as much dark red as possible.
This greenhouse has been some trouble since it is just a metal frame covered with plastic and it gets leaks and drafts and the wind blows the door offâ¦ So we are thinking of getting a “real” one. Now that will be a dream come true!