I love spring. But more than spring itself I love the chance to start again. Rebirth. As a gardener that means starting seeds. The promise of a garden to come. I've tried starting seeds inside with terrible results. Over and over again I've tried. I'm not attentive enough.
The greenhouse solved that. When it's dreary and cold the green house is warm and inviting. It's just a cheapy plastic thing that I bought at the end of the season on clearance. But right now it's my refuge. A space to think, plan and create.
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