I never imagined in all my life I’d be excited by greenhouse staging. Hell, up until a couple of weeks ago, I thought it was some kind of theatre set. But today it arrived, long and shiny, slats, struts, nuts and half nuts, and it was going in my new greenhouse.
Noel, who is to DIY what I am to spreadsheets, actually excelled himself (see what I did there?) The tools had been reclaimed from the cobwebs in the cellar and built a greenhouse. Granted it was from a kit, and he did have expert guidance from his dad, but he made the base from scratch, then assembled a glorious greenhouse. I was very impressed, so was his dad, and that takes some doing.
So there we were, a greenhouse, ready for green things. Thanks to a house move, some friends told me they had staging they didn’t need. I had no idea why they were telling me that until they explained that staging was shelves for greenhouses. Just what I needed – that and something new and shiny so I could feed us with home-grown goodies all summer.
It didn’t take long to sow seeds, everything from tomatoes to celery, peas to sweet peas. I already had a conservatory full of trays and pots of soil, which the cats were eyeing up, thank goodness we have a cat flap. Soon the greenhouse started filling up, tier upon tier, then the piece de resistance, aluminium staging, light as a feather, strong as an ox. Oh my goodness, it’s glorious.
This is my place. I just slide open the door, walk in, inhale and smile. Soon, it will smell of tomatoes and warm cat. I’ll probably spend most of my summer in there, perhaps I could sleep on the staging.