Dad's Greenhouse and a Wheeled Hoe
Some jobs you do because they need doing. And some jobs you do because, somewhere underneath all the screws and the swearing, there's something that matters a lot more than the job itself. This week's big one was very much the second kind. Sara and I finally stripped the glass out of Dad's old greenhouse. Now, I'd been putting this off. Not because it was difficult — although it absolutely was — but because there's a funny sort of weight to taking apart something that belonged to someone who isn't here to see you do it. That greenhouse has been standing where it was for more years than I care to count, and every pane of glass in it has seen more tomatoes ripen than I've had hot dinners. Taking it down felt like it needed doing properly, with a bit of respect, rather than just yanked apart on a Tuesday afternoon because it was in the way. The screws, however, had no interest in respect whatsoever. When i put that frame together — and I have my suspicions, ...
