“I’ll trade you my Clarence the Raven painting if you help relocate the greenhouse,” I proposed to my artsy carpenter friend, Warren. He had been renovating a house down the road and discovered an old, dilapidated greenhouse in the back. Warren and I had been biking buddies for years, so he had been on the receiving end of my whining and wishing for a greenhouse for over 23 years.
My partner and I revisited the tired greenhouse covered in rotting leaves. It had a few broken windows and some half-opened windows with
