For the last
couple of years, I have been dreaming of a garden shed for the top of my hill,
near the rhubarb patch. I love it there;
the wind is always blowing, and the scenery is incomparable.
View from the Hill
The most
important criteria for my garden shed was that it would fit a couch. I have
visions of going in there to have a nap when I am picking rhubarb or working in
the garden. The other criteria, of
course, is that it not be too costly, given my miserly streak.
Verandah Couch Bound for the Garden Shed
I put the
word out to my relatives, many of whom are genius at finding and re-purposing treasures the less innovative person would simply discard. Soon, I had a lead on a garden shed looking
for a home. When I opened its door to check for couch dimensions, the first thing I saw were empty banana
boxes smiling right at me. I knew then this was the garden shed for me, banana boxes being an
essential component of my Rhubarb Industry.
Smiling Banana Boxes
Within days,
the garden shed was delivered to my hill amid a great flurry of activity that
drew crowds of dogs and people.
Delivery of Garden Shed
The Crowds Gather
Although the
interior decorator has not yet made a mark, the potential is obvious. It came
with some charming features including a three-tiered bunk bed, or shelving unit,
Bunk Beds
and a unique yet
effective lock.
Lock
I have already added
a few crucial items including Tom’s hat in case he wants to help in the hot
sun.
Tom's Hat
My polka-dot
gardening gloves, fingertips worn through.
Gardening Gloves
A few gardening
tools, should the spirit move me.
Tools
A blessing
by the door.
Blessing
Additional
Security.
Nugget on Duty
On
Pinterest, they call these coveted little buildings “She Sheds”, the female
equivalent to a “Man Cave.” And they look something like this:
She Shed 1
She Shed 2
She Shed 3
She Shed 4
She Shed 5
She Shed 6
And this is mine. The "before" picture. Before the paint, the verandah, the satellite dish. I'll keep you posted!
Little Red Hen House
...Until Next Time...
