Yesterday Paula and I pulled out about two dozen old windows that we had saved years ago when we helped my parents tear down an old house on their property near Lake Monroe. The windows have been hidden away in an old shed for a long time. And from the nearly broken down barn on my uncle and aunt’s land (right next door), we dug out oak studs that have been waiting for the same number of years, rescued materials from a long ago “tear-down” of an old farm house.

It was a golden autumn afternoon, one of those brilliant, can’t-believe-the-colors kind of afternoon, a perfect time to do this kind of work.

We’re getting the materials for that greenhouse we’re hoping to build. We don’t really have a plan, other than to move these old, useful, free materials the hour’s drive to Rocky Hill Road, to store them in the barn, and to start planning — to see how things evolve.

Just maybe, before next Spring, there will be a greenhouse in which to grow starts for the garden.