I just realised that I’ve been working in the garden for a couple of hours this afternoon and I’m actually showing you photos of my “Potting Bench”.
Oh well, I did work in the garden for a couple of hours but there’s not a lot to show for it. The garden really swallows up the work…don’t you think so?
So here is the the west wall of my garage. In it is a large and lovely window. Perfect for starting seeds. On the wall hangs my late aunt’s oil of irises; a flower that I love to pieces. (Before anyone starts yelling about beautiful oil paintings hanging in the garage, remember that there are so many artists in this family that…yes…big oils are hanging in the garage, and it gives me my beautiful space that I crave.)
Beside it is a green chalk board rescued years ago when Shaughnessy Hospital was rebuilt. On it is a chalk map of last year’s garden.
I love the old letterpress drawer for sorting seeds. It used to hang in C’s room and held tiny fairytale glass things but then she grew up.
This zinc tub was a thrift store find, (probably $5 or less…I’m a cheap date), and I just empty the seed starter mix into it, and a wire basket holds new tubers and bulbs.
Right, time to get working. The cold frame is in place and the soil warmed, the sweet peas were started yesterday, (St. Patrick’s Day ritual), and now to plant the peas, beans, greens and the Nigella seeds I
stole rescued from the gardener’s compost pile at Kew last year.