Twelve months ago, I blogged that my heart’s desire was a potting shed. I knew in my reality this could be but a pipe dream, considering the size of my garden – and I wasn’t sure about security.
However, I was in my element this afternoon: whilst it was raging outside, in the shed I was snug, filling up plant pots with compost and seeds. So, these pots of what I hope will be oregano, chilli peppers and sesame are now duly on a windowsill in the house.
I had thought about trying out the shed for germination but in the end the sensible side of me got the upper hand. I will definitely use this space when it is warmer though, as I’ve been able to construct a makeshift shelf from the frame of a mini greenhouse a neighbour once gave me and part of a shelf from the full-size plastic greenhouse that the wind quickly dismantled two years ago.
Anyway, I was also pleased with the view from the shed. It’s great looking out from my back door but this new vantage point means I can see things from a very different angle.