Then the winds ripped open the plastic, and when the thaw came the whole thing was under water.
I really really want a proper greenhouse, with lots of space and an insulated area where I can keep the heat on and give baby plants a head start.
Alas, what I did have this spring was a heap of plastic and bits of rusty, broken rods floating about in icy slush.
Happily for me, I also have an axe, birch trees sprouting everywhere, gaffa tape, leftover string from the hay bales and a strong husband who take orders well.
Tadaa! All ready for plants:
Now, if I could get hold of some suitable sheets and some spare time (hah!) I could make more polytunnels and cover the farm in tiny little houses for worshipping the gods of growing things...
