Gramp’s Greenhouse
My Grandfather’s greenhouse is a place of a few memories, more so because it has become so run down since his passing. After my grandmother passed, the greenhouse was cleaned out so that most of the brush that had begun to grow inside was ripped out. With many of the features unearthed, I entered with camera in hand.
There is a double door system to enter so that the heat inside would not be let out.
A rope holds the door closed to keep out the deer.