Greenhouse Morning

For many years I wanted a greenhouse.
After moving to the farm house
a local store had one they no longer wanted
Excited and a lot of thought about purchasing
and having it moved to the farm.
Now it was big.
As I became more knowledgeable I realized
about the work and upkeep involved.
 Cooling in the summer
and heat in the winter.  There was enough
for One Woman to do with children, home,
vegetable garden, fruit trees and flower garden.

Still I have always been fascinated by them.

My dear friend has  many greenhouses next
to her farm.   I remember about 20 years ago
when this business began.   Now it is huge and
supplies to many local and nationwide big
stores.

She has been wanting me to visit with her to
see the operation.   Having viewed it from
the road I really did not want to do this.
I already knew in my mind what I would see.
But she request so little of me and does
so much for me that this morning belonged to her.

It is rare she can leave her home.  A bedridden
husband that most would have in a nursing home.
She is a 24 hour caregiver for this 88 year old
  Help does come in for several
hours a day to help and for her to run errands.

I saw hundreds  of plants and thousands
of poinsettia's ready soon for the Christmas
holiday.  

No way for me to put into words how this
business has grown.  Greenhouse after greenhouse
and row after row of huge trucks to transport
them to their location.

I soon might receive some pansies that were
beautiful.  My favorite color of different shades
of purple and maybe a yellow or white plant
tucked in.

Introduced to the owner who rode up on some
kind of cart with a huge black dog sitting
beside him.

As he talked and shared
I found myself absolutely fascinated by this
man who will leave for Holland next week
with a trip to Haiti afterwards to visit his farm
in that land

On my drive back to the country
a voice seemed to speak to my heart
and what I heard
made me smile
the words were clear..
 "your not dead yet."

But then the thought came to mind
it was not necessarily this man that
I was fascinated with
but the whole package.
He was part of a more worldly
lifestyle and it reminded me of
years in the past when I
enjoyed much the world had
to offer.

But at the moment I will take the
woods, dirt, gardening, Miss Callie
and my small cottage.

One more day and some thoughts from One Woman who lives in the woods....