Is it unreasonable to fall in love with a shed? As my beloved has hinted I have formed a deep and abiding attachment to the shed. It is currently my favourite room in the house thats not in the house if you see what I mean.
Until we moved here last September I had lived a largely garden free existence for 40 odd years (childhood excepted). I'd done balconies, patios, roof terraces and window sills but not an actual garden. And until we moved here last September until about Easter this year the garden was in the main an homage to decking. The people who lived here before were seriously into low maintenance gardening. So with the chopping up of the decking and the making of the beds came the need for a shed to store garden stuff in.
I could not have foreseen how I would fall. Oh shed of my dreams! As I love a list (as beloved will confirm) let me list the ways in which I love thee:
- The children and pets have no interest in the shed so....get this... everything stays put in it. No tidying up after others!!
- Its got its own chair by the door for watching the garden grow in the rain and for having a rest with a glass of pink wine when making an evening tour of inspection.
- It has a picture of Steve McQueen and another of Louise Brooks in it. Random but true.
- This one is a bit embarrassing. I love how it smells. Enough said.
- It has so many possibilities. Apparently I could get a solar panel to produce shed electricity (shedtricity?) and then...kettle...laptop...fridge for pink wine...tv. Or what about a wood burner. Or a day bed.
2 comments:
...she's shedcited. I'll get me coat.
I love the shed at school. I can hide in it for ages if I don't want to be found. The only drawback is, that after last week it absolutely reeks of garlic. We harvested the overwintered garlic last tuesday, and after a dodgy start, I was taught how to string them. I think we counted 50+ bulbs. Just hope they dry nicely now.
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