This spring, it is our garden we are busy with, transforming it into our own little corner of paradise. Ivy was pulled out and more plants took its place in the hedge, grass was planted in front of the kitchen/dining room and a new home found for bushes. Lovely sand stones got a new life as steps and a bench. Old garden furniture has been repainted and the hammock under the cherry tree is quickly becoming a favourite spot.
And there is the garden house. Originally a simple shed, we decided it was far too pretty to be used as storage. It has been painted in grey and white and left over wooden floor from the lounge installed. The idea is to be able to stay “outside” when it is cooler in the evenings or starting to drizzle, so there is a day bed and a little table in it. An Indian screen and an old trunk hide what needs to stay out of sight. We are almost there, I just need to print some photos to put in the lovely frame I bought and when we go to the South of France this summer, we will buy a painting as the finishing touch.
Last weekend, I was sitting outside, relaxing while colouring in the book I had borrowed from Second Daughter. I was doing my best to ignore the ominous dark clouds gathering, until the wind picked up and the storm started. Instead of rushing back to the house, I opened the garden house and took refuge inside. Sexy Hubby, braving the elements in true Viking style, brought me a glass of white wine and some salted almonds. It was pouring down yet I was safe and cosy, looking at our lovely new home while inhaling the fresh smell rain brings.