Yin and Yang

My first garden tour of the summer was in nearby Stratford. Generally this town  displays gardens surrounding old stone houses with enormous shade trees,  but this year houses under one century were given prominence.

My preference is low-budget- and- huge- imagination properties although it's always nice to see places where the big bucks were spent tastefully (is that an oxymoron?). I love meeting the owners who have done all the scut work themselves and look slightly dazed from the last-minute touch-ups.

Those who agree to host their gardens are in for relentless hours and hours of weeding so the beds will be gloriously displayed for the big day.

I hope the weeders know how much their work is appreciated as well as  their generosity in showing their gardens

The owners of this shed above know how to work an otherwise blank space; there's a lot going on and it is a stunning effect.

But look at this--the other side is bald, with a raised veggie bed squished close by.

.I like to think they're keeping the center space open for a pool and cabanda.

It's their money--let me fantacise.

The Shed Saga

I got a wonderful buy on a garden shed,with many pieces and neatly taped into a flat box.

My son the Nomad Carpenter was around and he volunteered to assemble this beautiful object.

Well.

It's the old case of someone writing the directions in ancient Sanskrit, then finding someone to translate it into English.

The sketch clearly indicated that the door would go in the narrow end. Wrong, oh so terribly wrong.

First, Nomad smartly built a sturdy floor.


Then he had to deal with the instructions.

Finally the unhelpful plans were tossed and Nomad assembled the shed the way a non-Sanskrit reading person would do it and now we have come this far.

True, the sliding doors are not quite into place but there was a unanimous feeling that we should go indoors and see about creating a voodoo doll.
I know I'll love my shed.
It will just take a while.