Our latest garden development has been a drama of epic proportions with the trials and tribulations tweeted over recent weeks. Thankfully though I can report on a happy ending. The greenhouse is almost ready for its official opening, just a little more compost to be imported and an internal pathway laid.
For a plastic covered structure that was uplifted in a vicious gale over large manuka trees that landed upside down embedded amongst the bush on its roof it has survived with a couple of superficial bumps. Remarkably the plastic has only two small puncture wounds. It’s just as well we hadn’t gone for the fancy pants type of greenbouse. I’m not sure we’d have been so lucky.
We are eternally grateful to the friendship of our neighbours and friends who helped us with the rescue operation and spent most of the holiday weekend helping us relocate and secure it in a new and hopefully more sheltered spot. You can see from this picture how much we had to dig out to create a flat area to build it on.
For all the pain of it’s creation I have high hopes for the food production possibilities. I can almost taste the tomatoes that we’ll be able to grow this coming season.