Well, October 22, 2011 and the day has finally come – putting on the roof! We worked so hard all spring/summer long and in 100+ degree heat to get to this day. Cant tell you the excitement I had!

Now the downside, it had to be an extremely calm day to do this part. Out here in northeastern Colorado those are few to come by. Early morning is usually our best chance to get little to no wind. So we decided that this Saturday morning of October 22nd would be a great time to give the lift a chance.
We had asked many of our friends to come help. There are 15 rafters on this puppy so we would need at least that many people (preferably double that on each side) to handle this project. One person on either side at about every 2 rafters should be able to hold the double plastic wall going up. Then, once up, everyone has to hold it in place while another person (in our case it was Keith – he is not so afraid of heights) goes up a ladder, starts at the center top of one end and pounds(and of course it does not just “snap” in with your fingers – NOOOO, you have to wack on the clips several times to get them to lock in the double poly-ply.) the clips in their track to hold the covers.

We ended up with 8 people – thank God there was no wind when we started!! We didn’t pull out the rolled plastic until this day of installation – afraid it would have blown to the next county the day before! It’s not uncommon for us to get 10-15mph winds, but this last summer we have had several at 20+mph and even a couple at 35+mph. When it blows that hard we usually have to spend the next couple days putting our barn/shed roofs back together. One day it was so strong that it somehow managed to blow out one of our shed windows – from the inside?! Now that was freaky! So, our first job was to open and roll out one sheet, then open, line up and roll out the other on top of it.
We thought about this a lot in the week prior to this day. Take up one at a time both at once? How do we raise it/them up and over the rafters? What if they get stuck up there? Should we have the scaffolding on the inside ready to go if that does happen? We went through a bunch of scenarios and even asked a few local plant grower greenhouse friends what they do. We were lucky there cuz one recently (in one of our great wind storms) had to do just this thing – “ropes and just pull” was their answer, oh and “make sure you have enough people” was their helpful hint. Too bad this hint didn’t help us, we were very short handed.

Well, we decided to do both at one time, and we purchased a bunch of plumbing 1-1/2” PVC pipe. We duct-taped both sheets to the pipe, with just hand forcing the pipe pieces together – no glue. We also ran a 100’ rope through the pipe as we put it on. The rope was long enough to sick out both ends, so we were able to tie another long rope to each end. We then cut a small hole in the middle to tie another rope around the center. With only 3 people on the opposite side to handle the front, middle and far end – we pulled!! As the 3 people pulled, the others on the start side watched to make sure it didn’t fold or catch in a wrong place – we got really lucky cuz it just lifted right up and over!! YEA!!!
Once up, it took us about a half an hour to figure out if it was squared (pull this way a bit more, nope, pull it back that way – just a bit – ha ha). Once we were sure it was a squared off as we could get, Keith quickly got up on the south end center and started hammering down the brackets into the tracks (rubber hammer of course – don’t want to damage a track or you are really screwed). After that was all secured – he started on the north end top center. That was when the wind decided to show up! Pretty sure that Mr. Wind decided that it was time to have some fun with us, and didn’t just grab both layers to keep it even and straight – nope, he had to sneak in between the layers and really screw with us! (oh, and of course the wind is a “he” – all the guys I know love to rip stuff apart, but are never around to put it back together – extra giggles on this one!!!).

When we had several places tacked down on the south, north, and east I asked our friend Carrie to get some pictures. Check out under our butts and what the kids are standing on…its rolled up plastic and by the wheelbarrow you can see the pipe sticking out on from it on the ground. The plastics were larger than our structure by quite a bit – thank God again!! The hung over the north and south ends by at least 2 feet (you can see the corner south end where I am sitting.), and along each side by at least 4-5 feet – this was a very VERY good thing since it was now about 9:30 and the wind was kicking up good. Tacking it all down took much longer than we thought. So glad Carrie was there cuz she would run to the house and get drinks for all of us and snacks for the kids (yep – had 5 grandkids there to help – 2 were mine and a bit small for the job, the 3 of Keith’s were fantastic and a HUGE help!!) – you can see how bored the poor things were just standing on the sheets. Took us till noon (I remember cuz we ordered pizza’s for everyone!) to finally get it all tacked down. We had a couple of wrinkles, but we could work on those at a later date. For now, it looked pretty darn good to us and going inside was amazing!

I have been in a lot of greenhouses over the years, but it’s a very different animal when you are building it yourself. We have to step down 2 steps to get into it and to look down the length with the covering on is a real sense of accomplishment!! I will never forget 2011 and doing this project, and I have the scars to prove it!

It was a cooler day and the first one to notice that it was warmer inside the structure was our dog – she’s in the center of the picture against the left side wall.


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I love to write. It is one of the constants in my life that brings me joy. I also love to tell stories, read, knit, crochet, weave, plant gardens, raise our own food, play game with my grandson and throw out my wicked sense-of-humor every chance I get (parents fault – they raised us this way, and I am very glad of it!). I have hundreds of great stories from my life that I want to share. Most are very humorous, some maybe not so much. I hope that all are found interesting. Some of the things that have happened to me in life are: • Growing up on a farm in Wisconsin. • Raising and creating 4-H projects for the fair. • Growing food through natural methods (no chemicals here). • Learning (via trial-and-error methods) how to process all kinds of foods. • The death of several loved ones: Parents, fiancé, grandson. • Living through 2 house fires (2nd of which cost me the one grandson). • Having and raising a disabled daughter (20 surgeries in the first 20 years of her life). • Surviving a rape and abusive x-boyfriend and now being able to talk about it. • Giving up everything and moving to another state with $100 in my pocket. • Giving up a steady well-paying job to buy a farm. • Learning and sharing how to really enjoy farm life. • Writing through all of it. These are just samples of all the amazing things I have experienced. I had parents that were amazing! They encouraged all of us to try everything, at least once. Mom tried to get us to enjoy the riches of the world – fine dining (got some great stories on those episodes), how to sit up straight and walk straight to be noticed. She showed us how to walk into a room as if you owned the place. The best thing she taught us was the fine art of storytelling. She grew up with only the radio era folk, so the art of conversation was everything. One regret I have is that I did not keep the letters between her and our Aunt Elaine. They were filled with family happenings and priceless! Dad was a different egg. He and mom seemed like such opposites, but no two opposites were more meant for each other. He was a big, strong, tough man that had been through war times and then something much worse – surviving three daughters! EEEK! Now, looking back, I realize why they both grayed prematurely – we three gremlins. The thing that stands out most in my memory of my father is his compassionate humor. No matter how mad he got at something stupid one of us did, there was always the little twinkle in his eye that told us it was ok. My little sister had him wrapped around her finger – she could do no wrong in his eyes. To best describe him is to let you know that his knick-name for me was “Dumb Shit.” To understand it you may have to watch old Archie Bunker shows – that was my dad. My sisters and I all have some type of talent. The oldest is the wet-noodle. She falls for any stray that comes her way. Then has to feed it and the world (she's an excellent cook by-the-way!) immediately. The youngest is the Artist. She can draw, paint, and/or create so many different things and she too has the passion for cooking. The biggest difference in the two is the first can’t even draw stick people and cooks using shortcuts. The 2nd does everything from scratch – art and cooking. Me, I’m the middle kid. I love to tear things apart and put them back together. I create from scratch – yarn, paint, draw, paper crafts, clay, wood and a number of other things. Cooking is not my passion, I will do it if I have to or if I get an inclination, but it’s not where my heart if. The one big thing we all have in common is our humor. So, my wish here is that as you read my blog (stories), you will find enjoyment in them. What is life if we cannot have a little fun in it?

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