Behold the leaning tower of greenhouse.
Usually at this time of year Jake is enjoying regular trips to the allotment with us. I'd expect to be posting pics of Jake sniffing round the raised beds, telling the inevitable stories of how lurcher-boy harvested some fruit and veg he shouldn't ... Our greenhouse blew over in a storm earlier this year and we're still picking pieces of broken glass out of the earth. This is a small tragedy for Jake, who should by rights be looking forward to eating freshly picked strawberries which have previously nibbled by other beasties, lounging on the freshly mulched beds, helping with the digging and trying to work out how to get to the manure while our backs are turned.
Usually at this time of year Jake is enjoying regular trips to the allotment with us. I'd expect to be posting pics of Jake sniffing round the raised beds, telling the inevitable stories of how lurcher-boy harvested some fruit and veg he shouldn't ... Our greenhouse blew over in a storm earlier this year and we're still picking pieces of broken glass out of the earth. This is a small tragedy for Jake, who should by rights be looking forward to eating freshly picked strawberries which have previously nibbled by other beasties, lounging on the freshly mulched beds, helping with the digging and trying to work out how to get to the manure while our backs are turned.
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