I've been moving most of my gardening tools from the main barn to the garden shed here - so handy it is to have it all close by, and organized, and well, mine (though there is no one to blame but myself now when my garden gloves go missing again for use as a magician's gear or a knight's accessory, ahem). And goodness, I do love having a 'space' to play with. Even a simple, humble rustic shed that once housed fourty chickens. I'll take it. And I'll dream for a minute about another year sometime in the future when I can put windows on each side, and paint it, and make cute curtains that open out onto the stonework little table and chairs that I can someday sit and sip my tea at right beside the fiber dye garden that will be there too. Well, I dream all that anyway, as I tuck the dried hydrangeas in a bottle on the shelf, tack a poster to the walls, and feel grateful for a place to store the garden spade, and to keep my favorite gardening books handy and out of the elements.
For now is not quite the time for any of that prettying up, but for the good work of getting this years garden in. Which is just what we're doing, a little bit each day. The peas went in this week, with a new fort-like trellis plan - one for each of the kids, though Annabel loves to run from one to the other. It makes us all giggle so much that I can't imagine anyone would mind if she hung out in theirs for a while.