Our life Belongs to the Greenhouse

We've had a good Easter Weekend.  I went to Church for Easter Vigil on Saturday night so I could stay home and cook on Easter Sunday.  The tribe descended on us on Saturday night and Sunday Morning.  Much of the food prep had been done on Saturday, so it was just finishing touches.

I managed to get the living room all done--especially the parts where heavy furniture had to be moved back to the wall.  There are some short lengths of baseboards left to put on--which I still have to purchase.  At $2.39 a lineal foot, I didn't want to overbuy.  So one miscut, (in spite of measuring twice and cutting once), and I have to get some more.  Pictures next time.

Our greenhouse endeavours are posted on my garden blog.  Our newly-acquired grand-dog is enjoying the greenhouse and the many greenhouse-guard-cats.

Our dogs, Dazey and Sparky are as adorable as ever.

And now, an update on our lovely, unpredictable Alberta weather.  I had taken a tour of the garden and flower beds, and decided that it was almost dry enough to start rototilling (not planting till mid-May, but preparing) and digging in the flower beds.  On Thursday there was only this little snowdrift on the north side of the greenhouse.

On Thursday evening, and all night long (actually, a good part of Friday, too) a storm came along.  This is how it is now.  It wasn't very cold--just below freezing, but with the wind gusting between 40 and 60 mph it felt very cold.  Nice and snug and comfortable to work in the greenhouse.

My handicraft endeavors consisted of some alterations and mending, and lots of progress on the Christmas stocking.

I had an unfortunate accident in the greenhouse today.  I didn't see a rope (that DH uses to pull hoses in so they don't freeze at night), and was tired at the end of the day, hurrying without looking where I was going, the rope hooked around my foot--or, my foot hooked around the rope, and I landed hard on my knees, and bruised my elbow.  I saw stars and felt nauseated, and I was afraid to try to get up, in case I couldn't.  As I lay there I had lots of comforting kisses from the three dogs.  Then I got up, and went back to work.  Of course, DH had chosed just the moment before the mishap to go to the garage for something.  By the time I came back, I was back to work.  Praise the Lord that no serious booboos resulted.  We'll see how sore I will be tomorrow.

Till next time.  I promise pictures of the Living Room.