We've been experiencing a heat wave complete with high humidity and late day/evening thunderstorms. Luckily, the thunder and lightening have been around us and not over us but Fanny's still been spooked, hiding under the kitchen table, between my legs and the chair I'm sitting on and panting. Ah, summer in the Mohawk Valley. But it's only May??!?
Jeff has been busy working on the greenhouse. The cripple wall on the back side ended up being
difficult due to the roots of the silver maple tree and the slope of the yard. He had to dig a trench and cut some of those roots until he got a level route for the bottom board. By then the other sides had lost their level so he had to keep working his way around the base of the cripple wall digging and leveling until the whole thing was right. Then he was
finally able to cut the
back door and put in the
corner supports. Remember this is not a 'permanent structure' so Jeff is making it as stable as he can without fastening it to the ground. The woodshed is now between the compost bin and the greenhouse so
series of smaller compost bins that will be easier to get to from the back door of greenhouse.
This morning I got up to find him outside digging in the greenhouse, digging up sod and leveling ground so he can cover it with mulch and landscape cloth
before he puts in the gutter pipes. As long as the danger of frost has passed, Jeff wants to get the gutters planted this week and do the final work on the greenhouse after the gardens are planted. We've been sitting in there having coffee and it's been pretty warm without any plastic so the plastic can wait!I haven't been taking it easy, either. I actually cut some of the lawn but the heat got to be too much and my arthritis and screwed together bones complained about being stuck in my rubber boots so I'm waiting for a cooler day. (Or maybe I'll just buy a pair of cheap sneakers to wear when cutting the lawn. They would be a lot cooler.) I also broke out in my annual 'cut the lawn' rash. Happens every year. Itches like crazy but only with the first cutting. (Jeff says it's psychosomatic.) I washed the