your light's out composite pic is awesome.
In your situ I would be up 24/7 with a pot of coffee, spotlight, and binoculars watching for big-ticket items to come drifting down my way and then scrambling out on a dinghy with a line anchored to that pole you showed us that represented the greenhouse back corner. But I'm an old-school pirate used to doing exactly that sort of stuff non-stop.
My current dock used to be a neighbour's dock until it floated past my eyeballs. He built a new one.
When I had my ex-troller I once happened on a whole boom-chain (12 huge 60ft logs chained together end to end and were used to corral giant booms of cut logs being towed to the mills. I was by myself and still a couple days travel from home port but I hitched up to the lead log and towed it all the way home to Read Island. It was nerve-wracking having an invisible, almost 1000ft. tow behind the boat the whole way, I called every boat that approached on the radio to warn them not to cross my stern for 1000ft but not everyone was monitoring their radios. I shone a huge spotlight off the back at night to warn them off but it didn't reveal much to see until you were already too close, but we made it after a 72hr slog non-stop.
I dropped the hook in the biggest bay on the island and then passed out with that giant hazard to navigation swing around me. I was done like dinner, as Tiger Williams used to say. I woke up to the sound of a chainsaw and discovered some other pirate trying to abscond with my prize. He saw me go out on the back deck, from 100ft away, and just kept sawing. I didn't feel like having an argument over what was technically an illegal claim on my part, So I grabbed a (broken) shotgun and stood out on the back deck with it and tried to look nonchalant. He was down-tools and zipping off back to where he came from without delay. On the same day, I traded the logs to a friend with a small chainsaw mill for a 24ft Aluminum herring barge with outboard motor. Not bad, am I right? That herring barge was my pickup truck and I loved it, you could float a fully stacked cord of wood in it, and did, often.
Really hoping things don't get too nautical over there, Bill. Looks pretty alarming. First fire, then flood? Whom am I talking to here, Job from the bible? Let's hope God sees fit to spare you the boils. I'll leave that between the two of you, but advise you not to cry out to heaven, "Have I not suffered everything that can be wrought by God already?" Job did, and whoo-boy, was he wrong! FYI. lol.
looking grow my friend 
. CL
picturing you in the dingy late at night is comical.. at my window smoking on a nice sativa giggling away is where I'd want to be 
