i definitely don’t have a green thumb. growing up, the one thing my mom wanted me to do when i got home from school was to give her plants “a drink”. poor little guys. didn’t stand a chance.
i’m not sure if its from getting older or being married to a tropical-plant freak, but i’ve become more and more interested in plants. they’re awesome. when my mother-in-law and i walk around a garden center, she knows the names of EVERYTHING, i swear. plus which ones love sun, love shade, how much water they need, and which plants to pot together. i can only hope to know half as much as her one day.
long story short, kolton and i started a project that we had been talking about for a long time: building a greenhouse in the backyard. our garage was falling over and in bad shape, so we (okay, kolton mostly) lifted it and poured new footings, including an 8 x 8′ square off the back. this forced us into ACTUALLY building this thing. about six months ago, we started laying down the brick floor and really started building. we’re so happy to have some room to put our porch things so they’re safe, protected, and not drying out in the house.
last week i gave the greenhouse its first photoshoot. it’s not done yet, we have a lot of work to do. i’m excited to add electricity for some twinkle lights! yayyy.
i made this sign for kolton for our five-year anniversary. mostly out of necessity…but two birds, right? and maybe the stars look a little familiar…
for the window handles we used rope and old friendship bracelets that have broken over the years, and all the knobs are from anthropologie:
our house used to be yellow. like, butter yellow. we decided not to paint the backside of this door – its from the old porch, and i just didn’t have the heart.
below is the view from inside the garage. we bought these old french doors from a woman in ardmore, PA. yay, craigslist!
and this is fern. he’s a feral cat whose living in our backyard at the moment. who doesn’t seem to be leaving anytime soon…