amongst the vegetables and other woes from an English in Kentucky
Friday, March 2, 2012
I have worked as a gardener in a number of
places and in a great many different gardens. Some of those gardens had
greenhouses. Almost all of those greenhouses were abandoned.
And many of those greenhouses were magnificent structures. Concrete
foundations, brick, graceful arches, a path down the middle, space enough
to walk a small giraffe.
I think about those
greenhouses now and place them in the category of wishfulness.
"In here, I will grow Orchids and Lady Finger Banana. And I'll have
fresh Tomato in winter." Greenhouses may indeed be beautiful
structures, places to carry dreams. Even those dreams that have been abandoned.