Should probably call this a potting area not a potting 'shed' because there's no roof. At 2:30 this morning I was lying awake planning how to build a roof and had come up with a decent plan, then remembered there was a holly tree growing up through the center of the floor.
Thought I would go back to what started all this in the first place...
It was that silly little roof top from off the old wishing well driving me crazy. It was cute and I wanted to use it somewhere. "Nail some legs on it", I asked Poppy. It will be an entrance to the teeny tiny greenhouse.
"There you go", said Poppy, wondering why I wanted something that looked so out of place and useless. So it became "the long-legged tower". But the tower needed something??
The potting bench. Never could get that thing to sit level. I buried all kinds of crap under the dirt and leaves.
Poppy found that old Singer base in a junk pile several years ago and thinking I might like it, brought it home. Then back when he worked for Winn Dixie, picked up a park bench with one metal leg broken off. It was part of that broken bench the made the back for the potting bench.
Then friends, I remembered the magazine article I had saved since 1997...
said Poppy. So we did, and then started building the walls. That was two years ago.
By this time the potting bench was looking rusty and bad...
So, during sunny breaks in these rainy days, I painted.
Back to the plan made at 2:30 this morning...
I'm thinking the legs on the long-legged tower could be shortened, then move the tower to the left side and place it over the antique washing machine tub, which holds potting soil...just for looks, of course. :)
Then put up 4" x 4" posts in front on each side and build the top over the fence panels, kinda how a lean-to looks.
So there it is. If this rain ever stops, I can go stand and stare and maybe figure it out.
Good gosh, I bet all of you have left your computers by now and I don't blame you one bit!
Well that's it...except, during all my thinking and planning during the early morning hours, a very loud scary rumbling noise caused me to sit straight up in bed! "Was that thunder?", I thought to myself! Then seeing a flash of lightning, snuggled down in the covers to be safe, only to hear Eli scratch at the door.
Now wonder where he got his fear of thunderstorms?? I ran to the front door and let Eli in. He slept between us until the clock alarmed at 4:45.
Thank you friends for putting up with me.