A Gardener's Dream

It's always so strange to be sick when there's gorgeous weather.

I have so much to do. I don't have time to be wonked out on the couch!!!

Since my mind is still pretty befuddetated, I am putting images and ideas in and letting them simmer for when I can put more logical thought behind them.

I know, I know .... life is so tough!

.... feet up on the couch in my pretty living room, looking out the window, doing a little bit of world travel through  the wires, looking at gardening books, dreaming a little (that part is actually a little bit beyond me at the moment), drinking cup after cup of tea ....

 .... Being in a cloud of these ....

 

Really, honestly, I am getting a bit stir crazy.

 

Since I have a bit of forced time on my hands, I thought that I would share with you one of our other projects slated for this summer.

I really think that I must be the luckiest girl in the world!

 

It's really a case of  we need to do this so that we can do that and, before we do that, we have to do this so that we can get to the really important thing that we have to do after all the rest is done and out of the way.

Did you catch that?

Have you guessed what the next upcoming project is?

after puppies, of course!

 

Oh, I am a lucky, lucky, blessed girl, indeedy!

After dreaming of  a garden shed for forever, one has landed in my lap.

Oompf!

 

This picture of the barn and milk house were taken when we first bought the house.

Our original plan was to turn the small building into a playhouse for the boys. We haven't been able to get into it for, at least, a year and a half because of a huge pit that we had to dig in front of it. (don't ask ....) This winter, Mr. Tom had the idea to turn this into a garden shed and to use some of the stacks of windows that we found in the barn to make a greenhouse.

The boys will be fine. They already have a ranger station in a little shack in the woods.

Do you get the idea that I just cannot believe this is happening?

A potting shed seems, to me, to be every gardeners dream.

 

The very first words in  The Potting shed book are,

"What I dream about is a proper potting shed."  ~Thomas C. Cooper

Well, there you are!

There is something very romantic in the thought of a garden shed.

No, not the soppy kind of romance - there's something intrinsically idyllic in the thought.

Photo by William P. Steele.

Why I think potting sheds are romantic

1.  Many of them look like little playhouses or cottages or cozy shacks.
2. They are usually located in or, on the verge of a garden. (Well, am I right or am I right?)
3. They are tres shabby chic!
4. They are an incredibly beautiful textural heaven.
5. Many wonderful and favorite novels (many of them children's books) have a garden shed.
6. They are like a secret hideaway.
7. They are full of gardeny/botanical type of things. Don't garden spades just droop with romance? (Hand trowels and forks and big metal watering cans, too!) I mean, the thought of Peter Rabbit in Mr. Mcgregor's garden is always floating somewhere in the back of my mind when I see one.
8. All of the huge and great gardens have them. 
9. I believe that they hold a secret but I don't know what it is yet, having never had one before.

 

Photo from Laura Ashley "Guide To Country Decorating"

Beyond all of this, though, ....

I really need a space to keep all of my gardening shtuff! Pots aren't little and I hate it when they get scattered and broken. Gardening tools are so awkward to store, too. There's twine and broken bits of pottery and gravel and peat moss and bamboo stakes and, oh, all sorts of stuff that need a home. It will all be centrally located and have a place where it's meant to be (and not in the way!)

Finally, a little, sheltered space  that I'm not afraid to get dirty when I plant my seeds.

A place that I can slosh water on the floor.

A place to organize.

 

Photo by Iain Kemp from The English Home August 2009

A place to shelter and dream and watch things grow.

I must be on the mend!

Love,

Katy Noelle

P.S. My vicious bunny's name is Flopsy. We've had a Pete and an angora puff ball named Mopsy. Flopsy was a prophetic naming of this cutie but I think it's a he - oops! Well, Flopsy works both ways and he has a nickname, too - Jeffrey. (It's kind of a long story.)