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This summer, I returned from a long-distance move to find my greenhouse plants crying out for help—wilted leaves, dry tips, and pale color. Turns out my house sitters were a little too cautious with watering and fertilizer. Now that I’m back, I’m coaxing everything back to life, and the transformation has been remarkable.
It is late August and I am chatting with my daughter who lives in Northern Alberta, Canada. Her outside garden has never looked so good because of the heat and regular rains. But she is wishing she could get another month on either end of the growing season.
Truth be told, I can easily ignore a bit of soil spilled on the benches or an occasional unsterilized pot for seedlings. I don't always wear gloves, or fastidiously wash labels. I like the results in my greenhouse. My Sweet Peas bloom early, my tomatoes grow fat on the vine. A little mess, a few germs - my plants and I are no worse for the wear.
