On an exceptionally warm summer day I like to clean the greenhouse. I gather up all the used pots and flats and toss them onto the front lawn. Once they are all in place I get the garden hose and clean them, inside and out, using a liberal amount of water so I can take advantage of some of that cool spray, too. Everything is left on the lawn to dry in the July sun.
In the meantime I sweep the pavers in the greenhouse, collect used potting soil that I can recycle in the bottom of some of the larger pots next spring (with good Miracle Grow soil on top), and throw away items no longer needed. Once the hosed-down items are dry, I stack up everything according to size and put them away. With the exception of some light duty in the fall when I try to extend the New England growing season, the greenhouse is now ready for next spring.
Summer is fleeting here; the seasons are short and distinct (although sometimes winter seems awfully long) and each is savored in its own way. Right now, July is hot and humid and I complain about the dewpoint and the fact that it’s still 80* at 9 pm. Before you know it though, the leaves will fall and snow will fly.
Summer will be over before we know it.