I'm continuing cleaning the greenhouse. I find that plain cold
water works almost as well as hot soapy water for brushing off the
algae. It's surprising how we've become accustomed to seeing the
greenhouse as an opaquely green object; seeing it as transparent
again makes a difference to the appearance of the whole garden.
Growing along the struts on the roof are bobbles of cushion
moss, some bristling with reddish sporangia. I brush them
off, aware that I'm removing a habitat that wrens and blue tits
like to probe for insects and spiders.
A robin is the first bird to come to search the
freshly-dug shrub bed. 
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