Why has this not been mentioned here before? I could say that the moment never seemed quite right, or that something else always seemed to get in the way, or that I hoped to perfect it before unveiling it. All these things would be true if inadequate explanations for my silence.
In the spirit of complete disclosure that now possesses me, I’ll point out that it’s not particularly green at the moment, this greenhouse, because I couldn’t finish establishing the beds
before toe surgery last November, and so far this year my shoulder physical therapists have banned all heavy exercise such as turning compost or digging, which pretty much covers everything I might do in a garden in winter.
It’s not clear precisely what awful doom might visit me should I be fooling enough to disobey this edict, but fear winning out over curiosity, I’d as soon not know. (One of these two PTs is much bigger and stronger than I am, and the other much younger and faster, so I don’t think my chances of escape would be too good.)
Nevertheless, it has already proven itself. The one squash plant that survived the Great Hail Storm of ’08 just happened to lie within the purvue of the greenhouse, and while it suffered significant damage from cold before the greenhouse got erected around it, it nevertheless continued to produce. All of these photographs were taken on Oct. 26, well after any zucchini has any business being alive in Bozeman.
Through much of October I was laying out beds, digging out bindweed, and digging in amendments and fertilizer. It about broke my heart to walk away from this unfinished job, and it’s been more than I could face, to go back in and see the piles of pine duff, and the beautiful, half-finished beds.
Ah, well. The combined efforts of my PTs appear to be having some effect, and by the time the days start to lengthen, I should be out there again.