Yep, when we move I am promised a larger more sturdy greenhouse. I have moved a reclining lawn chair into my greenhouse so I can sit and bask. I don’t have a lot of “sitting and basking” time, but I think that is rest for my soul time.
I have wondered about tomatoes in the greenhouse and am anxious to try that. I could really be ecstatic with a greenhouse to walk into from the house. I would probably be found there anytime I wasn’t in the kitchen or sleeping. And don’t think I haven’t thought of sleeping in my lawn chair in the greenhouse already!!! LOL
I wish I had a greenhouse. My plants out on the deck are tired of being covered and uncovered. My tall lavender plants have a few broken stalks. I have sweet potato vines which I brought in the house along with my coleus plants.
My neighbor brought me a lavender sachet when I moved in, I definitely needed it that night and I also put it under my pillowcase. :)
I have wondered about tomatoes in the greenhouse and am anxious to try that. I could really be ecstatic with a greenhouse to walk into from the house. I would probably be found there anytime I wasn’t in the kitchen or sleeping. And don’t think I haven’t thought of sleeping in my lawn chair in the greenhouse already!!!<<<
Here there have been several greenhouses built for tomatoes and one was growing enough to sell to the local stores, it was about 20 x 40 foot.
When you get your land, will you build on it?
If so, have them grade out your greenhouse, so that it is about 3 or 4 foot under ground and then build over the hole, it worked well for Don, we were building ours at the same time and it seemed his was under better temp control than mine, without any heaters or coolers, other that water barrels and going out with the water hose to wet down the walk ways.
If you have lots of rocks, make rock walls and you will have your passive heat storage built in.
When my Grandmother was about 75, I took her to her first rock shop, we had been out to lunch and I needed supplies for lapidary work, so stopped.
Granny picked up every rock in the shop and looked at it, and kept saying over and over “all those years of taking the rocks out of the fields and I never knew they looked like this inside.
I fell in loved with a slab of dyed lace agate, that had crystal pockets in it and bought it to make jewelry with.
When we got in the car, Granny handed me $10. to pay for it, a rare gift, from a woman who thought that I had too many harebrained ideas and had fussed about my wasting time looking for rocks and Granny had very little money to pass out.
The broach and earrings went to my daughter, when she got old enough to be a grandmother, but I have a small piece still and would buy it again today.