There is a large mass of building on the property. The caved in root cellar burrows beneath it, the stucco and plastic paneled building serves now as a place to store items. Trash and treasures abound in the light filled space. It once held a giant pomegranate tree and rows and rows of water plants. Our landlords used to own a business selling plants for ponds and I can imagine the place filled with flowers and greenery, with a large pomegranate tree as the center of its universe. Two snow storms and disability turned the now dusty greenhouse into a storage unit. We keep our Christmas items and canning jars in there, ourselves.
When Tuesday supper club came around this week, the landlords (I prefer the term neighbors) entered the kitchen smiling and chatting. Dianna looked at my organization black board in the kitchen and the to-do list. One item is to start ninety-eight tomato, eggplant, and pepper seeds. I said I was going to line all the window sills and hope the cats didn’t get it.
“Why don’t you just use the greenhouse?” she asked.
I’ll admit, I thought since it was filled with items it wouldn’t work as a greenhouse. Not proud of this, folks. I had a dumb moment. A greenhouse is still a greenhouse. And I have a greenhouse, y’all! Another perk of this lovely property we have stumbled upon.