Greenhouse, Phase I

Future greenhouse.

Future greenhouse.

Well, we decided to build a greenhouse. Priced out kits and DIY components and found that it was out of our reach. Went on Freecycle, looking for used windows. Hit the jackpot with a gentleman who had planned to make a greenhouse from windows discarded by someone who’s just done a window upgrade. He ended up buying a kit. He wasn’t happy with the kit–the roof leaked–but he’d just thrown another sheet of plastic over it and abandoned the glass house idea.

So right now I have ten 35 x 28 double glazed sash windows in the trunk of my car, and five 18 x 28s and one 18 x 35 in the garage. Ralph has another half dozen or so from a different window replacement job sitting in the back yard. My benefactor has more of the 35 x 28s, which I will go back to pick up, once I have trunk space again.

We’ll keep you posted as the project progresses.

If you’ve never heard of Freecycle, they really are the greatest thing since sliced bread, maybe even since the invention of chocolate. Whether you are into DYI from recycled goods or looking to clean out your garage or basement, go to their website, and join. There are local chapters in every state. You sign on with an offer or a need. You look at other people’s postings, and those with the excess stuff connect with those who need same stuff, or vice versa, and you work out an agreement as to pick-up.

It’s simple, it works, and it keeps things out of the landfill. It’s not to be confused with Craigslist, where you can sell things or offer services. It’s about giving stuff you don’t want to people who want and can use it.

In addition, you get to meet great people. LIke Tony, the guy who decided not to build a greenhouse out of windows, after all. Thanks, Tony!

Nice t’Meetcha

Nice t’Meetcha

A neighbor stopped by today. Looked at the fence Ralph and his friend Hugh had built six months ago, right after we moved in. Knocked on the door.
“You have to have a permit to build a fence.”
“Yes,” Ralph replied. Why bother telling the guy that we not only got the permit for the fence, and the shed and took the permit out of the living room window after the inspector approved them four months ago?
“I don’t see it posted anywhere,” announced Mr. Eagle Eye.
“We got one.”
“Hmph,” Mr. Eagle Eye harrumphed. “Well, I may just have to call Zoning.”
“Knock yourself out,” Ralph replied, shutting the door. “Nice to meet you, too.”
I can’t wait to get chickens.

About Suburbutopia

Well, I always wanted to live on a farm. Something about all that space and being surrounded by plants, I guess. Never happened, and at my age (none of your business, thank you) it’s not likely to. So hubby and I have a third of an acre in a development. It’s not our first adventure in suburban agriculture, but it’ll do. The central Delaware soil is a rich sandy loam, and we’re happy with that. The first summer’s harvest exceeded expectations, even planted late, (early June, after we bought the house in mid-May) without compost, with squirrels digging up the bean seeds and dogs rampaging through.

Ah, but we have plans. (Cue Bach’s Toccatta and Fugue in B Minor.) We’ll see how that goes, and as we find out, we’ll share it with you here.