I park and bounce down the muddy path and notice the pattern of snow against the shade house that is now covered in white plastic. It looks like a row of bell curves and I think to myself - is the snow embracing the shade house or is the shade house embracing the snow? Not sure, but it is very cute. It won't last much longer, a very warm sun is shining. I will embrace it while it lasts and watch it morph into mud - something much harder to embrace.
I open the screechy door to the big house excitedly because I have one hour each morning to tidy before being given an assignment. I love tidying and plan to embrace it with enthusiasm. A greenhouse, to be successful, has to be orderly. This one is spectacularly orderly - except for the supplies. Planting and watering and up-potting are critical tasks to be ready to open and tidying gets lost. I wrap my arms around the task like a sweet smelling baby. Gloves on!
Bringing order from chaos is a passion of mine and I reassure the skeptics with the words "I KNOW GARBAGE , And I know what is not garbage." It is terrifying to most people to let someone else decide what stuff of theirs stays and what goes. I tell them all to embrace the freedom of tidy and the fact that I will do it. Take deep breaths I tell them. I dig in. It is fabulous fun.
An hour in I stop and tell boss man I am going to get my full bed pick up and I will be back.
Now order reigns on plants and on supplies. It is glorious.
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