Last week the potting shed called to me requesting a good old clean out.
I'd been so lazy about getting going with this usually annual job.
In fact, it seems to have been more like bi-annual the past several
years! I spent several hours on this job on Wednesday when it was
warm, sunny and so pleasant being outdoors.
Do you love sheds? Like barns passed by on a country drive, they
always capture my attention when I wander through my neighborhood.
Some look quite spiffy, usually the newer ones, others are more like
you'd see in a horror movie, faded, decrepit, even collapsing. I always
wonder just what might be living in or under those little unloved structures!
I want my potting shed to remain a fun place to spend time in.
Although my lengthy productive days in the garden are over, and I'm
just spending an hour or so with less bending or heavy duty jobs,
I still love to open the door and walk inside to neat and tidy, some
semblance of order, and NO bugs!
When we had the shed built about fifteen years ago I was thrilled
to have a little garden retreat to make my own.
I painted the entire exterior.
I spent hours on my knees painting and stenciling a 'rug' on the floor.
I had electricity run out there so I can use a small heater or fan, and
overhead hung a small chandelier which brightens up that
corner of the garden at night when left on.
It's looking good now - several things have been discarded and were taken by
the city to the landfill. I vacuumed and cleaned every shelf and corner, removing
spider webs, scattered birdseed which is stored there, and organized containers
of outdoor holiday lights, painting paraphernalia and miscellaneous garden tools.
The stacked cushions you see were placed in the gazebo
this beautiful warm weekend. A little get together for wine and cheese with
neighbors on Friday, and our first 2016 dinner al fresco for we two on Saturday
night. Above us, a slither of brilliant light from the waxing moon shone through
the tall oaks - all felt good in the world.
The garden is starting to show some color.
Buds are bursting - more daffodils are blooming - bluebell leaves are shooting up.
Bob did the first mowing of the front lawn yesterday.
We changed our clocks.
I really do feel Spring in the air.
Have a fabulous week.