There are a number of benefits that come with incorporating a greenhouse into your sustainable landscaping solution. For people with a green thumb, even an un-winterized greenhouse can significantly extend the growing season. An attached greenhouse is a great space for gray water recycling strategies, allowing homeowners to send the water from their showers, sinks, and washing machines into an environment where plant life can benefit from the excess water and nutrients throughout the year.
When a greenhouse is attached to the south-facing side of the home, it can also be a fundamental part of a passive solar heating strategy, especially when thermal mass is included in the greenhouse construction. Greenhouses also allow for a more controlled growing environment, helping homeowners to avoid the need to utilize pesticides or other chemicals to control pests. A household composting system can also be incorporated in or near the greenhouse to recycle organic waste back into the local landscape.
How did you and Mitch come up with the idea for the greenhouse?
The idea to build the greenhouse was born out of personal loss. I used to joke about how I had a black thumb. I couldn’t even keep fake plants alive. It was always a running joke in our house. Succulents died the second I looked at them so there was no way I could keep anything leafy and green alive. For years, we had a plantless house and we were just fine with that.
Then we miscarried. My best friend, Sarah, left some daffodils on my doorstep. I wasn’t expecting them. But when I passed by the door, I saw them sitting there. They were bright yellow and orange, smiling up at me. I loved them immediately. I got it into my head that I was going to keep these alive because that was the life I could control. I looked up how to care for daffodils. I loved tending to them and they always seemed so happy to see me.
I decided I wanted plants. Lots of plants. All under my control, all things I could keep alive. My mother-in-law and I researched house plants and how to care for each of them. Then we went shopping. I got all the pots, the right dirt, set timers on my phone for when to water them, and when to fertilize them. It eventually got to the point where I didn’t need the phone reminder anymore.
We decided to try again. Month after month. Negative pregnancy tests.
I wanted… no, needed… more plants. More things to care for that I had complete control over. I never seemed to have enough. Each month we had a negative test, that day I’d go to a nursery or Home Depot or Lowe’s and get more plants. I’d take my time walking through the plant isles. I’d run my fingers across their leaves, waiting for one to call out to me. Sometimes I’d go with Max (our son) and let him pick one. Sometimes I just wanted to go alone. This was an errand where I couldn’t be rushed. I needed to take my time and let the minutes, sometimes hours, in the company of plants work their magic.
Our house had slowly evolved from a plant-friendly home to the home of someone who clearly has a mild plant obsession. I needed a place to keep them all.