Today, my daughter and I measured up the garden with the aim of buying the greenhouse in the Boxing Day sales, if one such were available, and then took ourselves off to one of our oft-visited garden centres. There wasn’t one – but by the exit there was a section with used packaging for customers to take away. Brilliant! A successful journey for us, in any case.
Whilst I might be pleased to have found a source of cardboard to protect my soil, I remembered that for some this would be a bed in a doorway. Now, I don’t feel guilty about trying to get a greenhouse to grow more food and today was a convenient day to do so. At the same time, I am still part of a culture which puts individualistic consumerism before getting it right for all in society.
I have found a justification for behaving as I did today. I wonder if next year I wouldn’t be better helping at a hostel for the homeless or charity for the elderly though?
Anyway, while I ponder this, the cardboard has gone down while the weather is still reasonable. There has been some excitement at the prospect of snow, though if you have nowhere to sleep tonight I think that is the last emotion you’ll feel.