Musical accompaniment: Y’all Come Back Saloon by the Oak Ridge Boys.
This autochrome is Woman in Greenhouse (1910) by George Eastman.
george eastman house: Flickr
If this was my house, I would stay in this room all the time. A greenhouse is a magical structure that exudes bliss. Everything becomes more beautiful in a greenhouse. I would love to have one! I love the way they look and smell. In particular, I love the leaded windows and the filtered light with the ferns and white flowers.
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This post inspired me to recall a poem by David Threadgold: A Grubby Greenhouse.
My greenhouse glass is very green
The sunlight can’t get through
I see it every day I pass
And know what I must do
To give my plants a fighting chance
I must clean off the grime
Then buy myself a scraper
To scrape the thicker slime
A bucket full of soapy suds
With lots of cloths and rags
Won’t last long with so much filth
I’ll need some big black bags
Cloth’s and rags filled up the bags
Like a soggy compost heap
My efforts cleared the final slime
Ingrained so very deep
My greenhouse now as good as new
From the high points to the low
Now letting sunlight in once more
To help my plants all grow
© 2008 David Threadgold
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David Threadgold
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That is a very topical poem. I confess, in all the times I’ve dreamed of owning a greenhouse, I never imagined cleaning it! I figured I would just be sitting around, attempting to look picturesque!
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