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I splashed out and bought myself a greenhouse, in fact the greenhouse of my dreams a few years ago. A lovely red cedar affair with a brick base and even a brick path and cold-frames off to one side. It was a total luxury and I love it. It has

I reckon that spring is in the air, albeit intermittently. The daffodils have been stirring (in tandem with the snowdrops!) and I have the urge to spring clean the greenhouse.A good clear out makes a lot of sense - it's good to make space for all

I've been spring cleaning. The greenhouse, of course, not the house. Somehow the lure of the compost and seed trays was much greater than that of the vacuum cleaner and duster.Our heavy clay soil has been sodden and unworkable, so the greenhouse

The temperature in my greenhouse is fluctuating wildly. It rockets during the day, when the weather is sunny, then plunges at night. The contrast is far more marked than at this time last year.This year I delayed sowing many crops, and I almost wish

It can be much trickier changing the soil in a greenhouse trench than in a garden border. I’m lucky to have trenches with brick bases, but my heart goes out to anyone with borders glazed to the base. It's so easy to break panes when excavating soil

Tomatoes - I can't get enough of them. I grow most of my tomatoes in the greenhouse, as growing them outside increases the risk of them getting tomato blight. Sadly, tomato blight thrives in the warm, wet summers we've had recently.So far this year

This has been the best year for tomatoes in recent memory. I crammed 14 tomato plants into my greenhouse border, ignoring the advice of several knowledgeable friends to plant a maximum of eight!We've been feasting on tomatoes for weeks, regularly

Once again it poured with rain at the weekend, so my heavy clay soil was too wet to be worked. Instead, I made for the greenhouse, to do a spot of cleaning.I spent a thoroughly productive couple of hours, jet washing the glass inside and out

I've only just got around to chitting seed potatoes. Many of this year's spuds were given to me for my birthday by my kids in February. I normally chit them in the greenhouse, but after last year's potato massacre I felt that putting the tubers rose

Only a couple of weeks ago I was waxing lyrical about my very much loved greenhouse. There are still a few peppers and tomatoes hanging on in there, but as light levels get lower and days get frighteningly shorter, I finally got around to starting