Yesterday I suddenly noticed how beautiful my shed is. The sun was streaming in through the window and catching on the Coriander seeds that I have hanging up to dry. My lone pumpkin has pride of place on the bench making everything look Autumnal and just a little bit orange and my pruning saw looks positively vicious (must remember to keep that away from the kids!). Even the tub of Rooster Booster and Tomorite adds a certain 21st century charm. I just love it.
There’s something very Autumnal about sheds too. Maybe because it’s slightly warmer in there and a good place to retreat to when your fingers get cold.
But also I realised that I love the colours, shapes and texture of my pots, tools, wooden seed trays and the whole feel of the place. What I’d love to do is fix the roof and put some reclining chairs in there – beat up ones that were just really, really comfy. Then I’d have some electricity run down there and plug in a heater. And then I’d sit there with my seed packets, and tools and read gardening books. Not the ones that tell you what to do every month but the ones that tell you about real gardens and the real people that tended them. I love those ones.