It wouldn’t be a Wordless Wednesday without a few words.
For months now, Joe and I have been in south Florida so I can better manage some heart issues. Being a garden blogger without a garden has been a recurring theme in many of my recent posts.
While I’ve tried to keep myself busy with rooting some clippings and edging out beds, I just haven’t felt settled. My thoughts continually return to my potting shed, which has been dormant for too long.
The other day, though, a very large package arrived for me. Once opened, I saw the dismembered pieces of a potting bench. The pieces looked familiar. It was my New York potting bench, the one that has sat unused in an empty potting shed.
Joe, with the help of our nephew, arranged to have it shipped to me.
Once it was rebuilt, it looked a little startled to be in zone 10. This was unfamiliar territory. Where’s the cold? Where’s the snow? And just what are these small lizards that seem to be everywhere? I understood those feelings.
With a few accessories, the bench started to look more at home — and I now have a corner of the yard to call my own, a place to learn and experiment with the new plants around me.