The Unveiling…Phase One

As I said before, we’ve begun a greenhouse – my husband’s first “official” REmissionary project! He spent a lot of time pondering and puzzling and perusing greenhouse plans and ideas, and finally came up with the drawing that I so generously shared the other day.  *sigh*  I amaze me.  The epitome of generosity, that’s me.  Or not.

Anyway…he began with a plan.

 

the original plan

Then…he changed it.  Just a little.  And in only one or two places.  No biggie, you say? Well, not so much in Phase One.

only a tiny change…doesn’t even show here

Things went along quite well on the framework; so far, so good.  I can see a greenhouse here, can’t you?

uhm…well…

Oh.  Oops…uhm…wrong picture! This is actually the pile of stuff even a die-hard REmissionary could not reclaim from the carport’s demise.  Reckon we’ll be seeing a roll-off dumpster in our near future.  Well, back to the greenhouse – and the REAL framework picture!

this is where it all began – well, AFTER the plans, that is

If you’re wondering how it’s going to get any sun with all that greenery around, not to worry. It’s all behind it – on the north side. It will get a whole lot of southern, eastern, and western exposure.

So, we have Phase One on the ground and running. Not actually…running…just on the ground.

The next step was to put the floor on, which came from remnants of the carport roof – whatever wasn’t rotted out completely.

first layer of flooring in~

from floor to ceiling . . . oh, I mean . . . from ceiling to floor

Then, a coat of paint to seal it.  We’re looking into some REmissionary-style linoleum to go over this, but haven’t found it yet. For now, we’ll use paint.  LOTS of paint.

 

We even did a REmissionary on the paint – rejects from the paint store, all mixed together to give a whole new color! And, of course, he got all that lumber – in good REmissionary fashion – from here, where we’re finally getting the eyesore tended to, so it can one day be a sight for sore eyes.

what’s left of the carport

Phase Two is in the works.  Thanks for stopping by; come back soon and catch a glimpse of the emerging masterpiece.  So far I haven’t seen any television or movie crews around, trying to get an exclusive on the story, but that’s OK.  I think this is going to be a great place for our little seedlings to grow big and strong and go out into the gardening world, ready to meet the elements!

Spring Planting

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I know it’s spring – the calendar says so. But it hasn’t felt much like spring until lately. Since we love having a nice vegetable garden but seem to have such a hard time getting plants started, we decided to build a small greenhouse and start the seeds early. But, we needed some sort of pots to start them in. Have you priced those peat pots?? Some other method needed to be found.

One thing we’ve been doing lately is separating our garbage, and taking all the cans to the recycling center. One day I was looking at those things, wondering if I could use them in some REmissionary project. Bingo!!! I asked my hubby what he thought of trying to cut the bottoms out of some of those cans, and filling them with potting soil and seeds, setting them on some sort of tray, and then just pushing the soil and seed out into our garden spot when they got a good start. He thought it was a great idea!

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So this is what we start with, a can with a bottom that can be removed with a can opener. We have one of those really cool openers that takes the lid off with the rim, so there are no sharp edges left. That makes a remissionary’s job a whole lot easier!

After we remove the labels and run the cans through the dishwasher (we’re weird like that – we wash the cans before we take them to the recycle center. go figure), then we just stick them on a tray and prepare for planting. And, since we didn’t have any trays handy, we did yet ANOTHER remissionary project, and used some big lids from plastic bins in the shop that weren’t being used at the moment. The good thing about that is that when the planting is done, the lids will be used on the bins again, as though they’d never lived a double life at all.

And here is the reward for all that thinking and planning – new life!!

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Oh…and did I mention…we take the cans to the recycle center after the plants come out. Win-win!!

Another little tidbit that I’ve found funny but useful (no pictures here…TMI) is using the toilet paper roll centers as plant starters too. I wish I could remember who suggested that and I’d give them credit for the idea. Sadly, I can’t…but I know I’ve heard it in several places, so I guess it’s not a new idea – just new to me. And it works!! That’s the important part. The best thing about that idea, other than the ease of planting, is that it becomes compost right there around the plant. We don’t have to do anything other than just stick that baby in the ground, paper roll and all. I wonder if I should change my  title to “The Laaazzzy Gardener” instead of the REmissionary??? Nah.

Just for fun

I guess being a REmissionary counts for photos too, since I like to take a picture and tweak it sometimes. You know…give an old thing a new mission. In this case, the original mission was to preserve memories. The NEW mission is to make me (or you) laugh – or chuckle. Hopefully not groan.

This lovely looking specimen was peering in my family room window one day.  I gasped and ran for the camera, and he gave this little sideways look, as if to say,  “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. And this window makes a great mirror! ♥”  I was thinking, “Beauty is only skin deep…but ugly goes clear to the bone.”

Found this little fella on the beach. Poor guy, he was all strung out up and down the beach, but we helped him out by putting him back together. I sure hope we got all the parts in the right places!

Then there was this…well, wood you just look at that! And a crabby look, too…squakin’ over his situation in life. This bench was at a lake in WA that I cannot remember the name of (the lake, that is. not the state. I remember the name of the state).  Maybe it was Crystal Lake. We were in the Olympic Rain Forest area, that’s all I remember – other than what a fun trip it was.

And this ol’ feller wasn’t so happy looking , either.  And who can blame him, with that huge honker.  This was also along the Washington coast. When I first saw this from another angle, it looked like a pregnant tree – until I walked around to this side.

Now, I kid you not…I did, in fact, used to live on Stinking Creek. Here’s proof that such a place exists – the exit sign!

 

There are various and sundry explanations for how it got its name. My older brother said he’d heard at least two, either of which (or maybe even both) could be the answer. One was that in the olden golden days, a cow died upstream and caused an awful stench downstream. The other (and likely the true) reason was that folks used to build their outhouses out over the creek, thus eliminating any need to exert effort to dig holes. He actually remembers using one such outhouse, he assured me.   I have no reason to doubt his sincerity or truthfulness.

I have a whole bunch of other fun photos, but I’ll save them for another day.  Right now, my brain is on overload from looking through the GAZILLIONS in my albums. Spencer has a suggestion for me on how to release all this pent-up cerebral energy.  Exercise!! His way.  So…Spencer…doesn’t exercise consist in lifting that barbell instead of chewing on it?  His answer, “Gnaw!”

OK, you win.  Do it your way.  I’ll do it my way – which is to flex my sit-down muscles while searching my cranial cavities for ideas.  It’s an exercise that keeps me happy and out of trouble, and makes me easier to live with.