My husband has a sheddish

Remember this gorgeous writer’s retreat

workshop/shed that Tom made for me himself?

The one that he doted on lovingly for a year, that finally looked like this:

(If I knew where to submit it, I’d enter this gorgeous “man cave” into a contest of architecturally beautiful out-houses!  Got any suggestions?)

Well, lest you think he’s finished, look how he spent his weekend:

(The words that come to mind: “Hansel and Gretel” and “breadcrumbs”… don’t ask me why!)

  

Gorgeous is never good enough for this man!  Next, he’ll put a weather vane on top of it or sumpin’!

Lest you think I never got my writer’s retreat…

OK, so it’s more of a garden shed, but it’s been come to be known around here as “Carol’s shed” – probably so as to make the distinction between it and “Tom’s shed – which is his man cave and is not to be cleaned, tampered with, or project managed, so help you God.” 

We also call this pre-fabricated garden shed “the ugly shed,” though I have to say that, as sheds go, it’s not all that ugly… except in comparison to The Master’s Castle over there. 

My shed inspires me to throw on my IPod Shuffle and weed plots of land previously strangled by large, foreboding dandelions and tall, invasive grasses…

…and to clean patio furniture, sweep the deck, and welcome Spring to Seattle.

Oh wait – it’s not the pre-fabricated plastic shed that did that; it’s the warm, glowing orb that has occupied the sky as of late!  Happy Spring!