Operation Potting Shed Begins

 We were going to have our Story Day today but it seemed a shame to spend our last good weather day inside so, instead, I did something I've been putting off for some time.

My potting shed is my goal for next year. There is a greenhouse in the Kitchen Garden, but this is really Dad's, and I don't like to use it too much. Besides, it's only small and gets very full through the year. Eventually, I'd like a polytunnel in the orchard, but that'll be a long time in coming, so I've been saving up for a potting shed where I can work in the Kitchen Garden when we're having April showers.





I also really like the classic designs of potting sheds, and I have great plans for decorating it!

First job, though, was the thankless task of clearing the wood pile and bits and bobs from where the potting shed is destined to go! This wood pile has been a feature since before we moved in, and some of the wood was rotten beyond recognition, some had screws and nails at weird angles, but some were decent enough to keep and begin a new wood pile in a slightly more convinient location: behind the quail hutches.

I cut back some of the branches that were overhanging the beds, from the spruce trees at the edge of the orchard. Compiled with some of the wood from the pile, and the Christmas trees and greenery, they should make a good bonfire a week on Saturday.


I got a lovely surprise yesterday while we were moving the planter when I found that the nasturtiums that had been growing that year had self seeded prolifically. I'm going to use the planter as a herb bed, so I picked out the papery seed shells and stored them in a brown paper bag for planting elsewhere. I would be foolish to let them go to waste!


Then, it was inside for lunch of toasted fruitbread and a cup of tea!

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