Saturday, February 05, 2011

And it bit the dust.........

I came downstairs this morning, looked out of the kitchen window, and didn't know whether to whimper or screech. The greenhouse bit the dust. It blew over, tearing more bits, and the plants are broken, pots smashed, plants in the flowerbed crushed, and worst of all, a sealed 5 litre bottle of concentrated patio cleaner (definitely NOT organic) managed to seep into the flower bed. All of it. ALL of it. Into the bed containing sprouting spring bulbs, fuchsias, hollyhocks, dahlias, so many seeds and a little further along, all my roses.

I stood there and just looked. Then I got in the car and went out because there is nothing I can do right now. NOTHING. The wind is still howling, so trying to get it upright and see what I can do to save any of it is ridiculous. And anyway, it is too heavy. AND I can't get to all the stuff in it. Never mind the crushed stuff under it.

You can see that my mood is not stellar right now. Nor am I remotely happy.

I tried to think of some positives. Like ooh look, maybe I can paint the old shed while it is lying in a crumpled heap. But that didn't work. Or maybe the plants won't die, but mutate. That failed to work either. Or - gee look at how many shards of broken pottery you have for drainage in the big pots! No. It didn't work.

Or hey, Linds, you spend way too much time out in the garden anyway. Hmmm. That definitely did not work. I love my garden, tiny though it is. It brings me such joy to see flowers bloom and vegetables grow. If you have been here longer than a couple of months, you will know that from spring, my posts become decidedly garden-ish.

Oh the gloom and despondency abound round here at the moment. If I had curtains at the kitchen window I would draw them so I don't have to see the mess. Out of sight and all that.

Right, Linds, enough of the wailing and gnashing of teeth. Go and finish the bright happy red heart quilt instead and stop looking out that window.

15 comments:

Janine (txmomx6) said...

Linds, I'm so sorry. I wish I could add something positive but all I can think is ..... that just sucks.
:(

Vee said...

This is truly awful. I know that the lesson will come, but that's no consolation right now. I'm going to go kick something on your behalf.

Helen in Switzerland said...

Oh no Linds...I can only say that I feel your pain, for what it's worth. I can imagine how I would have felt in this situation. Do you think anything will survive the patio cleaner? It might help to flush a LOT of water through the area you think it has seeped into? Thinking of you. What a rotten start to the weekend.

Sheila said...

I'm sorry to hear of this disaster. I understand how upset you must be... do you have any cinnamon buns left? I would find the biggest and then add something stronger to my morning coffee. Seriously though, once you've managed to clean up the mess I think there must be some suggestions as to how to keep a greenhouse safe from the winter winds. Hopefully someone will come up with a good suggestion. Best of luck!

Crystal said...

Oh, NO!!! What a sad thing - and now dealing with the afternath is resting on your shoulders too. I would be sorely tempted to head back to your beloved mountains :) ((( HUGS, HUGS, HUGS )))

Anonymous said...

vicky from east texas....Ahhhh, Linds. I'm bereft for you. After I read your post today, I felt like you had punched me in the stomach. Oh the pain. I've enjoyed your garden through you. Your loss is our loss. God bless you through this!

Fran said...

I reckon you did well even to CONSIDER thinking of positives. Hope it all gets sorted, eventually. Poor you.

The Bookworm said...

Oh no! Poor garden. Poor Linds. Rotten wind.

Linda said...

I'd say you are entitled to a bit of wailing Linds. I'm so sorry that happened.

Dawn said...

I can only imagine how you feel, gedaue I do indeed know how much your garden means to you and how much we enjoy seeing the bounty that grows in that small spot!

Laurie in Ca. said...

I am so sorry about your greenhouse Linds. I love my garden too and get so down when I lose something in it. I know you will get yourself a new one up and running when you have the time and it will be sweet to your heart. In the meantime relax and keep pumping out those precious quilts. I love them.

Love and Hugs, Laurie

SoulDragon said...

That's just awful, Lindsay. I can relate to a garden, however tiny (as is mine) being a joy..and to lose all that. My only suggestion, if you like classical music, put on summat angry, like Prokofiev's Romeo & Juliet ballet music..nice and loud, and CONDUCT with a vengeance!

Lori said...

So sorry Linds! How frustrating.

Meggie said...

Oh Linds, this post reminded me so much of my gardening mishaps! I know just how you feel and I am sending earthy hugs your way!
I do hope you can salvage some of your bulbs and plants.
Do Not send these bloody things to Try Us, I say!!

Needled Mom said...

Oh, Linds. I am so sorry. What a shame. I know how much you enjoy your garden and how you enjoyed your greenhouse.