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Big Dreams . . . Small Space

We live in a small house.

We have always lived in small houses.

I’ve dreamt of larger spaces most of our married life. Specifically old larger houses. If they are in the Old Glenora neighborhood all the better.

Now a small space isn’t a bad thing, after all, it’s so much less work to clean! It just gets tricky when you are trying to fit five grown people, a biggish dog and Rosa’s big dreams into such a small space.

Not only do I want to garden, cook, bake, diy, redecorate, take pictures and read as many books as I can get my hot little hands on, I also want to have my own business.

Most my what I love comes with stuff. . . and stuff needs a place to live, which is why the hallways in the basement are somewhat hazardous, my downstairs plant shelves are loaded with books and party supplies and the cold room has more craft supplies than it does canned food that needs to stay cold. . .

So, what’s a girl to do when the time comes to start a few (cough, cough) plants for her upcoming plant sale? The downstairs shelves are not nearly enough. More space must be found for the larger shelves. . . Where to put them, where to put them???

We have had them in our bedroom but that means the bed has to go against one wall and Henry has to crawl over me to get to bed at night. As I like to go to by by midnight and he seldom goes before two, it’s not the ideal solution. And then there are the fungus gnats. . .

Henry vetoed that before I even finished asking . . .

If they went in the living room, the love seat would have to go, leaving room for only three people to sit.

And where exactly would we store the love seat? The middle of the back yard would not be ideal as it is presently storing wood for the fire pit, out door chairs, empty plant pots and a host of other garden doodads.

Henry came up with the final solution. Because there is always a way! Move some stuff around in the office/dining room, (everything does double duty in a small house) and get your very handy husband to work his magic. . .

Put the seed mats and first batch of seed in the living rooms . . .

Move the bulbs into the kitchen . . .

Add the yellow sticky strips . . fungus gnats in the kitchen strain even my easygoing family’s nerves . . .

turn on the little plant light and fill that counter with seedlings . .

Plant up the rooted cuttings you ‘borrowed’ while on a greenhouse tour at Tamara and the Big Guy’s . .

I keep telling her that it’s not “stealing” if I told her to pick some plugs. Why does she still look so guilty?! — with Rosa Veldkamp.

A new gardening season has begun.

Dreams really can come true!

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