I am soooo tired. Last night was possibly the most horrible period of darkness we have had in ages. On the grand scheme of global disasters then our night was completely insignificant – but to us in the midst of it – in the black night – it was a doozy.
It started out with us being quite tired. I think we are beginning to lose our grasp on our youth. The night before we had been watching the Olympics for what felt like ages, so headed off to bed – only to find it was only 9:30pm. So more to prove a point to ourselves, we ended up surfing the internet from bed until it was an hour that claiming tiredness could be justified. However this set us but badly for what was about to come.
Last night, after muddling through the day ever so slightly dazed, we returned to bed justifiable tired as we had had a full and busy day, only to be disturbed by Tim the Helper manifesting classic symptoms of a tummy bug all over the living room floor! I won’t regal you with the details, except to say it was quite a while before we were settled back in bed with that psychosomatic squeamish-ness makes sleep difficult.
The next time we were woken at 2 am with the worst wind I think we have ever experienced while living here. It was loud. You could feel its tendrils wrapping around the house with its tight grasp and giving it a firm shake. I believe if the house was made of different material we would have lost the roof. It was pretty scary.
I gave a brief thought to my greenhouse, but it had survived other storms so I thought it would be ok and so when the noise died down I fell back into a heavy well deserved sleep. But alas – all was not well. Two panels had popped out of their tracks and one has completely disappeared.
I surprised myself, in that I didn’t cry. I cried the first and only time it fell apart in a storm. I had saved hard for this greenhouse and it wasn’t cheap. A nice green aluminium frame with polycarbonate panels. A new generation style greenhouse. I constructed myself with a lot of blood, sweat and tears. It was supposed to be my forever greenhouse. So when it broke after standing for less than a month – I cried.
Under a misguided understanding of aerodynamics we decided to leave it open in the face of a storm – expecting the storm to just blow through it, leaving it intact. DON’T DO THIS! It didn’t work. I think I lost 6 panels that day. It was repaired but was no longer pretty. Now we lock it down tight in a storm, especially since we discovered the greenhouse materials make it too flimsy to be insured. I don’t think I cried, because I have long since fallen out of love with it. The final straw is the panels which are supposed to be strong enough to last for at least 25 years have begun to perish in our strong sun after only two seasons.
I didn’t cry because I have spare panels, recovered from the last spot of destruction, the plants inside don’t show any evidence of their traumatic ordeal. And there is always duct tape. Lots of duct tape. So I shall bodge the house back into working order and limp it through the coming season and make plans for a proper greenhouse, made of wood and glass – and maybe make it a bit bigger!!!
Come again soon – the sun is shining and broken can be fixed.
Sarah the Gardener : o )