Life at SoftAcres 06/07/19 - New Shelter and Sunroom

Within the first few days of June I was able to organize what was left of a once great personal library...

And among the books I discovered three that I thought I'd lost. They were written by the first Alexander Wall, my great grandfather. Not the most exciting works, but neat to have a connection. I was once a banker like him as well...

The shelter became cleaner and the funky smell of fermenting maple leaves was beginning to wear off. I hate clutter, but there was very little I could do about piles of things here and there. I didn't have the energy to do it all at once. My major objective was to build a sunroom that would serve as an outdoor kitchen and greenhouse. I had left the west wall open for expansion...

Looks pretty different than two months ago!

Part of the right of way leading to my land.

After setting up the bed I thought it looked comfortable enough to sleep on that night.

So, I resolved to do just that. And, from that day forward I no longer slept at the cabin.

Time to build the sunroom...

I had more 2 x 4's for the roof but decided to save them and used small spruce trees I had chopped down over the winter. They are very strong and very straight. This was exactly the kind of thing I'd saved them for...

I had an old door that was in rough shape. It had been my intention to scrape it and restore the wood color, but the damn thing was so incredibly heavy that it had just been pain in the ass. So, I decided to make it the outside of the sunroom...

Just after sunset I got the initial plastic on the roof.

The next day I went back to the cabin and grabbed my herbs and cannabis plants, then returned to the land to transplant them all...

I call these, the Queens.

Now at least the sunroom would deflect some rain.

The plants were very happy to have bright sunlight to grow under. The next thing to do would be to screen in all the windows. It felt so good to be in this sunny green place after the freezing monochrome world of a 6 month winter. I'd proved to myself that I can survive the deepest darkest hell that a Maine winter can throw at a guy. But for godsake it almost drove me insane. April was the worst depression I had been though in a long time... A long walk. That's all winter was...I just can't walk that much anymore and will have to adjust things when the shadows grow again.