I was in the greenhouse Friday morning, watering some pots of seedlings. It seemed funny for a second, because outside the greenhouse it was raining. If I hadn’t gone in there with the hose that morning, the seedlings would have died in the desert for lack of water.
(Left, a Euphorbia characias ssp. wulfenii outside the greenhouse, blooming away in the rain.)
I used to grow and breed phalaenopsis orchids in the greenhouse. It was gonzo amounts of work to keep up with repotting hundreds of plants. And trying to concoct an environment that would fool the orchids into thinking that they were in the lowlands of the Philippines instead of the flats of Southern California wasn’t that easy either. In addition to all the work, the greenhouse was an energy pig, taking as much natural gas to heat as the entire house.
So, end of orchid obsession. End of heating the outdoors and wasting all that energy. (The New York Times has a recent piece on a couple who decided to build themselves a greenhouse. Their heater hasn’t arrived yet, but they’re already way over budget.)
Now that the tropical orchid episode of my life has ended the greenhouse is only heated by the sun via the greenhouse effect. At this time of year it’s handy to have a spot that will help give young plants a head start on spring. That’s pretty much how I use the greenhouse now.
And, um, yes, for a place to store garden clutter. Sort of a garden shed with windows…
Fortunately the windows are an opaque fiberglass, so all the mess inside is obscured. Maybe even a little mysterious and poetic. Here are some potted plants as seen from the outside.
As I was watering the plants in my little artificial outdoor desert I thought back to the 1980s. One the stories from the news that has stuck in my brain all these years was a report on Michèle Bennett, the wife of Haiti’s dictator, Baby Doc Duvalier. The couple was bad news all around, and one of Michèle’s vices was that she’d refrigerate a part of the palace so that she and her friends could strut about in the fur coats that they collected. (Compared to her husband’s brutal ways, it all seems pretty minor, of course.)
Mink and fox and chinchilla coats in Haiti. About as rational as a greenhouse full of warm tropical orchids in San Diego, I thought.
I guess we all want a little of of what doesn’t come easily or naturally. But in an age of a growing awareness of the need to live greener it’s good to stand back and see what we really need.
I enjoyed this over the weekend, but I got pulled away before I could leave a comment. How great that you have a greenhouse! Since I am much more interested in seeds,especially wildflower seeds, I have thought that a greenhouse would be a help. Annie’s Annuals in Richmond has unheated greanhouses. this as you say, gives tender seedlings a good start. I have found that some plants can be diretly sown without any problems, and others do much better transplanted after some time to establish themselves.
All the best,
Philip
Philip,
It’s nice to learn that someone as big in the field as Annie’s Annuals doesn’t heat their greenhouses. Just the sun alone provides an amazing boost! I’ve been starting a number of wildflowers inside, but some, as you say, do much better planted where you’d like them–California poppies, clarkia, nemesia, and so far every grass I’ve attempted fall into that latter category.
I had to laugh, James, coming from some similar territory in the business of clutter and making messes. I also went “all in” for orchids when I lived in Santa Cruz, with similar results. I eneded up just as I am now, with buying some and just growing them on a darn window sill, lol. I must also say, Orchids don’t take to moving very well, either. They are the cats of the plant kingdom. Moving to Portland from Reno has induced a new batch, starting once again from scratch.
Ha! I have one of these sheds with windows. Works perfect for storage. Too funny. Oh occasionally I find room to root some cuttings in there in the fall and harden off seedlings in the spring.
Steve, sounds like you’ve just made a major climate shift! It also sounds like you haven’t shaken the orchid curse, either. Windowsills are good for the tropicals, though I have this problem of killing almost anything in the house. My best luck is with whatever will tolerate the outdoors here–maybe a couple dozen plants at this point, none of them anything I’d take to an orchid show.
Tina, a shed with windows, yah, that’s exatly it, especially after the first burst of energy and optimism fades.