O.K., I think by now y'all know that DH is a city boy. I mean, born and
raised a few minutes outside Boston. How much more city can you get? <g>
This morning he came in from taking the "girls" for their morning walk and
asked where I want the greenhouse dug and which raised beds I want empties
out and hardware cloth put under. Then he comes back in and asks if I'd
like him to trench out three more rows and he'll put some hardware cloth
down there so HE can start me some new lasagna bed rows.
So, after I fainted and picked myself back up, he said "I want to be
prepared because it's not looking good." Ah, it took me quite a bit longer
to recover from that fainting spell!
So, happy dance, he's ordered the livestock panels and will start digging
out (the plan is to dig down about a foot and put in old freezers and then
use the livestock panels to make a hoophouse above. The freezers being
insultated will help keep the cold down to a manageable level) the
greenhouse tomorrow!
Lynda
"Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored." Aldous Huxley