As all of you regular readers know we're renovating these houses down here and are close to finishing the actual houses. What happens next is of course that we work on the gardens and part and parcel of this is looking at garden greenhouses. For what is a garden without its greenhouse? It's as essential a part of the package as the lawn, the patio, the barbecue and the flower beds: although it doesn't necessarily contribute all that much to those. What it does contribute to is the vegetable and salad plot.
Wifey (make that my long suffering wife perhaps) grew up helping with such things as the garden greenhouse and the potting shed. She's very keen, now that we have our own garden, to get back to doing so (interesting how the habits of childhood come back in middle age, isn't it?) and has had me preparing the soil for her spring adventures into growing our own food again. There's three reasons she want's to do this: the first being that she simply likes doing so. The second being some vaguely green feeling that providing more of what we eat ourselves is good for the planet. I'm not entirely convinced by the logic there but of course defer because of reason one, thinking reason two not all that important.
But the real reason for the interest in garden greenhouses is that we are used to regional specialties from other regions than the one we find ourselves in. And that means that it is much easier to grow them ourselves, as treats if you wish, than it is to try and track them down through stores. Yes, I know, in this day and age of modern supermarkets that sounds like a strange thing to say but it is true: you don't get pig's ears and chitlins in Boston Safeway and the same is true of many regional spices and salady bits etc.
So, we'll just grow our own.