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 off…  So we are thinking of getting a “real” one.  Now that will be a dream come true!

About djdfr

Daily life experiences by a Franco-American woman living in the Breton countryside form the basics of this blog. Gardening, watercolour, choral music, food, are some of my interests. I seek to balance the physical, mental and spiritual. I am a free believer praying from the Bible, the Qur’an and The Revelation of Arès. In 1974, with Jesus as the messenger, and in 1977, manifesting as a stick of light, Our Creator spoke directly to a man in Arès, France, named Michel Potay. The message is in the book “The Revelation of Arès”. It is a call for us to change, to practice love, peacemaking, forgiveness, to free ourselves from all prejudice, to develop our spiritual intelligence, the intelligence of the heart.

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