I am trying to keep my perfectionist tendencies in check these days. You know, those ones that keep me from doing anything I can't do "just right". (I'm pretty sure that period is supposed to go inside the quotes, but it has always seemed to me that it should be on the outside. Plus, remember those tendencies I'm fighting?) Wait, am I supposed to put any punctuation after a sentence completely encapsulated by parentheses? Bogging. Down. Must. Continue. And you wonder why I didn't blog at all for almost a month...
Anyway, I have a new friend! And I knew I had found a good one when I tasted her homemade bread, drank tea with her, and wished my house was decorated just like hers. And did I mention our kids- her three homeschooled children (girl, boy, boy) and my three homeschooled children (girl, boy, boy)- get along wonderfully? Oh- but what really topped it off was when I mentioned to her that my dear Mr. M heartlessly threw out my beautiful, salvaged, intended-to-become-a-cold-frame windows instead of putting them on the moving truck, and she cried out, Oh! I just saw some old windows today in the dumpster at the recycling center and I was going to pull them out but couldn't think exactly what to use them for! I'll go back in and get some out on my way home today if you want. (I'm not using quotation marks, because it has been over a month and I don't remember exactly what she said.) It was friendship at first dumpster dive.
So, the whole point of that lead-in is that I used the reclaimed windows that my new friend so excitedly salvaged for me, and after a month of not having time, energy, or exact know-how to build the perfect cold frame, I decided that something was better than nothing and built an imperfect cold frame. It isn't angled toward the south. Heck, it isn't even angled. It isn't airtight, and it isn't level. But it is sheltering my mixed greens rather nicely. Here it is, in all its imperfect glory: