Greenhouse homing

So, here I was with this enormous green monstrosity, much bigger than I had been planning to buy, and not *really* (well, at all) fitting where I had planned for it to go.

I tried it here:

... but I didn't like that.

Then, in a stroke of genius, I decided it would fit behind the door where the dustbins currently reside. However, that meant finding a new home for the bins. Which meant clearing this -

... which is *actually* not *just*my mess don't-you-know; next door have very kindly allowed their spikey, uncontrollable, take-over-every-inch-of-soil plant to grow over the fence in to my garden. (We are very like-minded when it comes to gardening...)

So anyway. I had a fight with the front garden, and on the whole I think it would be counted as a draw. I created some space to put the bins:

... and it left me with a load of cuts and bruises and aching like I've just been kicked in the back by a horse. (In case you're wondering, I was pulling up bushes with my bare hands and a pair of gardening shears, seeing as my now ex-husband (don't worry, nothing to do with the gardening) took the spade with him to clear the snow earlier this year...)

What an adventure. Now fingers crossed for a few weeks of nice weather. I suppose it would have been a good idea to check the forecast before running off and planting stuff...

New developments...

Here is my latest gardening acquisition:

I think it's supposed to be like a portable greenhouse.

Anyway, it's quite cool.

Mum and I bought it last week with the thought that it would go nicely in the porch (where it's usually quite warm when the sun's been out) and could germinate some seedlings. We'd then move it outside once it warms up.

We debated long and hard whether to get the standard size or extra wide, and in the end decided that the standard would fit in the porch easily, but we didn't think the extra large one would.

And how right we were...

Probably should have read the box a bit more carefully.

Here we go again...

Well. Lots has happened since I last wrote anything here, but sadly very little of it in the garden. Dad, Sue and Tom came round over the summer and hacked my back garden to pieces (along with part of Dad's electric chainsaw...) so it's now slightly clearer but looking very ugly indeed. I'm coming to the conclusion that at some point I am just going to have to make a decision about what to do with it. Sigh.

But good news - I'm so impressed that my carrots and strawberries survived being buried under all that snow...



... the strawberries appear to still be alive, and even sprouting new leaves...



... and we've had some fantastic carrots out of the last lot!


This one is known as the 'dancing carrot'.


And these as 'cuddling carrots'.

More to follow, but I think the new developments deserve a separate post. TTFN!