You guys are so sweet! After my Less Than Pinterest Worthy post yesterday, some of you were consoling me over my poor, barren yard. Thank-for being so thoughtful!
But I did a little something about it today. The rustic garden shed got some new accessories AND flowers. It’s still early in the year, but things are looking up! At least in this one little corner anyway.
This old lantern is going to get a solar light inside, I decided just today. It would help for those late night stumbles for more firewood. And it would look cute and welcoming at night.
With each pressure wash every spring, the shed loses a little more colour. It’s nearly all barn wood looking now. But I’m ok with that.
The shed now puts me in mind of the barn I grew up with, along with those crazy grapevines going slightly and beautifully out of control.
This shed has morphed into a mini rambling old farm.
Back on the farm, my mom loved a nice, pretty paint job. But it was rare that big ‘ol barns looked that spiffy. But she got after my Dad, and they had the house and barn colour coordinated so they were perfect.
What makes me laugh is how beat up I love my stuff. What would my mom say about this…
I can hear her loud and clear.
She’d come over, wear a silent smile, lean back while glancing, and nod along with her sing song voice, “That’s very Donnaish!”
Dad? He’d just smile and say, “Ohyeah…”
You never really completely knew if they were actual compliments or not. I think more acknowledgements. But it didn’t much matter… they were both right.
Funny thing though… I kinda think I must have snagged a little more Dad in me. He had this one particular shed that was ready to fall over. Inside was a big metal bucket of rusty nails. That he actually used.
When he needed to fix something, he’d grab that bucket and go to town on some repair. But I could never really figure out what he just repaired, because it all kinda looked the same to me.
His building methods were… a little rustic. He wasn’t a finishing carpenter type. But he got the job done.
My mom’s deal was clean with pretty flowers all over the place. Maybe I got the flower thing from her.
I honestly think I got a ‘make do’ mentality from both of them. We didn’t have fancy things, nor even brand new. Everything kind of had a weathered patina about it. It may have been repainted, but it was rarely if ever new. You could feel and see the layers of time on everything.
Rustic. Comfortable. Home. A story. Loved.
If this little rustic shed could tell a story, I think it would say that it’s become a thing in my world, because it’s a reminder of where I started. And as each year passes, it encourages me back, growing and learning while tinkering on it yet again.
This little shed is like an old friend. It’s my first ever build, and it’s weathered every storm I’ve ever had alongside me. Right from day one.
I may not have my big ‘ol dream barn I long for…. but then again, maybe I already do.
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Do you too have a special something? What story does it tell you?
The rustic garden shed series…