There's something about a greenhouse....
Not sure, but it sure smells good in there - like Life - and seeing all our happy plants in their own digs, away from the weeds and grass and livestock and general overall chaos that is swirling just outside acts as a tonic on the farmer's soul somehow.
Here's how the morning went: I spent about 2 hours organizing the space, with a few trial and errors before coming up with a system for all the plants I've been nervously but optimistically babying for some weeks now in the hopes that a true greenhouse may at some point materialize.
Then my wonderful boys came out and we gave as many tomatoes as we could their final potting up into tubs that will take them through the season, courtesy of pals Judith and Terry who had such tubs to spare and share.
Then, it was back to getting everybody where they needed to be. And there they are.
A thing of beauty.