Smells like dirt in here.....
I'll admit it....I'm a neat-freak. I like everything in it's spot. My analytical mind is always looking for ways to conserve and "everything in it's spot" conserves time. If everything is in it's spot, I can tell at a glance what is needed or is excess. I try to be a minimalist, but it is simply amazing what comes through the door each day!
Well, I'm the one lugging things through the door lately. My father built a nice potting bench for me a while back. It was in the garage, but I decided it'd get more use if it was in the cellar (near the cozy woodstove!) With it comes all the flats, pots, potting mixes, fertilizers (blood meal, bone meal, fish emulsion....that sort of stuff) and tools. The wheelbarrow does double-duty as a mixing bin.
We also built a nice "growing room" for germination and early plant growth. It's about 12'x8' and needed lights and mechanical air circulation. This is also in the cellar (urrr....nursery).
Anyway, with production ramped up to full speed, I've quickly exceeded the Growing Room's capacity. It is a toasty 75-8o degrees in there...perfect for the tomatoes and peppers. Herbs like it a bit cooler, so they managed to migrate to the dining room and living room. Just for a few weeks, until they can be transplanted and hardened off.
Now, when I grew just for us, this was fine. Maybe 5 or 6 flats under a light in the corner of the living room was a nice break from the winter doldrums. My son would visit the plants daily to watch their progress. This is different. There are so many plants, you lose track of the individual plants(well, except me.....it's my job to keep an eye on them all.) It isn't entertaining now. It's this "THING" that has taken over our home.
Within these few weeks it seems chaos has settled in. The clutter does something to your mind. Focus is no more. You can probably tell by my writing.....clarity is elusive! Then comes the final kick in the pants.....My son walks in (usually greeted with yummy smells from the kitchen) and states, "It smells like dirt in here."
I've started lugging greenhouse books and catalogs through the door.
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