Yesterday we hauled about a ton — I'm exaggerating — of gravel, called gravillons, from a building supply store on the other side of the river. It's what I call "river-rock" gravel — small smooth pebbles, not crushed rock or concrete. I actually have no idea how much it weighed. We hauled it home in our little 16-year-old Peugeot.
Why were we hauling gravel? Well, we needed it to cover the dirt floor of our new greenhouse (below). We made two trips to the store, bringing home about a quarter of a cubic meter (250 liters) of the fine gravel in containers that would (1) fit in the car and (2) not be too heavy for us to lift out of the car and carry to the back side of the house when we got home.
Now we have a greenhouse floor that isn't just dirt, which that sticks to our shoes and the dog's paws, and then gets tracked in. Besides, it's better-looking. The greenhouse is attached to the back wall of the house, and we have to walk through it to enter the house through the back door.
Once we had the gravel moved in and spread around, we could start moving plants into the greenhouse. I hope the plants will tolerate cold-but-above-freezing temperatures this winter. This is an experiment. Time will tell.
I got up at 3:30 this morning to watch the U.S. presidential election results on CNN. I don't usually watch CNN, but it's our best source for American news in situations like this — at least on TV. So far, the results have been surprising, to say the least.