What on earth did I do before the arrival of the greenhouse?
Well I tell yer what….a lot of drooling, loads of heavy sighing & plenty of dreaming.
I thought my life in the garden would be complete if I had one of my own to stroke, but it’s not. I’m keen to try so many things, I want to do it all now & I need about 20 more of these babies!!!
I heeded all the wise words, prior to my purchase, advising that one should buy the biggest greenhouse one can a) afford & b) accommodate.
I took on board all of the top tips on greenhouse colour choice, structure, eaves height, ventilation & positioning.
I read up on the vast choice of accessories available, staging, automatic opening gadgetry, heating, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
I have so much greenhouse knowledge, I now have a flamin’ GCSE in the subject.
But it’s Sunday, confession time.
It’s been 6 minutes since my last visit to the greenhouse, my 94th of the day.
I am a Greenhouse-A-Holic.
There! Said it!
I need to find out where addicts meet up, to discuss & receive help for their addiction.
It’s almost time for bed, just enough time to squeeeeeze in one more visit.
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