greenhouse arrived and was assembled efficiently and carefully.
You might remember her from early Spring.
She housed a variety of tiny fragile seeds, a mix and match of squash, radish
and even the seeds of of hope that I planted along side of them all.
Spring, so unpredictable...full of tantrums much like those of a merging
toddler, and yet really of no consequence at all, especially when the tiny
seeds are growing inside a warm and nurturing greenhouse.
And in the dawn of each new day, weather permitting, the fragile
seeds which now had grown into miniature forms of who they would grow
up to be, were allowed to have the door of the greenhouse opened.
The fresh breezes of Spring, with just a hint of Summer time coaxed
and prodded each plant to grow a bit more each day.
And then just as magically as they had sprouted, they began to tolerate
the process of "hardening-off."
As the warm Texas sun beamed down from the heavenly, clear blue skies,
each plant was allowed a few hours of reprieve from the greenhouse.
Much like the first date of a youngster-just a few hours away-
Baby steps into the world of life.
So my tender and young plants were
carefully placed in a protected area-for just a few guarded hours.
These plants are all tucked into my mini garden now, or placed into decorative
pots.
Buds have formed and given way to abundant blossoms and ever so patiently
the once tiny seedlings have matured into graceful, strong and determined
plants which are now bearing fruit all of their own.
The life of a gardener indeed rejoices in the cycles of life, the joy of an
unsuspected rain shower on a hot and oppressive day, bees humming
among themselves in the joyful glory of pollination, rich earth which smells
pungent and strong lending itself to supporting a good root system in order
for plants to flourish and produce.
A Greenhouse Tale with a very happy ending...
