The number of seedlings in my greenhouse is increasing a pace. There are still two weeks to go here until the risk of frost is gone and so I’m keeping most of them indoors until then. I have started sowing the more delicate crops like Cucumber, Squash and Melon and these already need potting on.
These are my Cauliflowers that can go out into the open ground now – I just haven’t had chance to put them out yet. And behind them some Hollyhocks that will stay in the greenhouse a bit longer.
Lettuce, I have been sowing every two weeks since early Feb. I have two rows in the ground (with the fleece handy incase it’s forecast frost). And others inside at varying stages ready to go in later. I’m growing Rouge D’Hiver, Red Velvet, Super Jericho and Parris Island Cos. I’m also growing some Tom Thumb but I’ve found the germination on this one to be a little patchy.
I’m gradually migrating most things (especially Tomatoes) from seed trays into individual pots. As you can see from the photo above I’m amassing lots of plants, some of which will need to be donated to the neighbours! Nobody needs 10 Cucumber plants, do they?
This is what my greenhouse looks like now. It’s finally finished and I can get in there and start to sow some seeds. Yey! I have some heated growing mats, seed trays and a box full of seeds all ready to go.
My union jack bunting looks right at home as does my Borough Market trough and Haws watering can. It’s my tiny patch of England.
These before and after shots show how the plants are settling in around the greenhouse. And how the brick base mellows the look quite significantly.
The greenhouse is half finished and I’m so, so happy with it.
This is what it looked like only last week but over the weekend the glass went in and it has been transformed into my garden dream. In mid December it was just a base wall. Now it’s a beauty in the making.
I’ve ALWAYS wanted a greenhouse. Every since my Dad had an aluminium one in the garden when I was growing up. He would grow Tomatoes and store his hanging baskets in there until it was safe to put them out. He would potter and potter in there for hours. Me and my mum had no clue what he was doing! And now I have my own to potter in. Maybe, it’s hereditary?
All I know is that I can’t wait to move all of my stuff in. To arrange my plant tags, set up the potting bench, plug in the heated mats and start growing. It seems like such a long time since I actually grew something. I have the seeds, the potting soil, the seed trays. I just need a door and some benches and all systems are go.
The grey wall you see will be covered by red bricks soon. There are automatic window vents to fit and probably a small heater to install (nothing too crazy just to keep it above freezing). Although someone on my gardening course had a smashing idea. She said she plugs in low-voltage Christmas lights to keep the frost away. No that, sounds like my kind of greenhouse!
