Thoughts Germinate Here
In former days, estates with greenhouses always had a potting room, a place to coax plants from seedlings to strength, until they were ready for the garden. Potting sheds are filled with pots of all sizes and shapes, right at hand, on shelves, ready to be grabbed. In the potting shed, when seedlings are just starting, gardeners carefully tend their treasures. From the first flurry of spring and on through the summer, a potting shed is the ideal locus for the muddy fingered work of transplanting young sprouts to bigger pots and dividing perennials. Unlike the shed you store your garden equipment in, the potting shed is a place where one can garden happily even on the rainiest of days. As days warm and containers need to be planted the shed becomes what it is – an essential part of the garden. While I was on Owl Island I took the time to visit the whimsical potting sheds at Owl House, the estate that is kept alive by volunteers who come to work and tend their special seeds. These potting sheds are not the norm. Here you can watch ideas germinate, grow and develop.
you know me
I’m all about digging
in the dark especially
Anita Marie
February 16, 2009 at 12:48 am
I think I need to grab my spade and pay a visit!
Colleen Murphy
February 16, 2009 at 1:51 am
Oooh, what a great idea. I love raising things from seeds and cuttings. I must pay a visit
scribblenpaint
February 16, 2009 at 2:57 am
That’s a pretty cute potting shed. I could live there! It would be perfect for germinating ideas. I do believe I shall pay a visit!
Sally
February 16, 2009 at 5:15 am
i am looking forward to coming here after i’ve been into the tent.
creativesoulsconverse
February 16, 2009 at 12:24 pm
The estate on which I spent so many happy days as a child, had a potting shed much like the one you describe. I pretty much had the run of the place except the big house itself, and I spent many happy hours in the potting shed, the tool shed, and the greenhouses. Thank you, Heather, for triggering the memory.
For those who do not know my story, my dad was chauffeur to the very wealthy man whose estate it was.
Vi
woodnymph
February 16, 2009 at 3:46 pm
I am not a gardener, but there is something magical about a potting shed, isn’t there? You put little bits of nothing into dirt and before long, something sprouts! To folks like me, with “black thumbs”, it seems like magic!
kvwordsmith
February 16, 2009 at 7:07 pm
Oh, how magical. I really needed this today…all living things are breathing in and out as one, and these days I am very in tune with the fact that green things actually provide us with oxygen to stay alive. We all need to cultivate life, which in turn keeps us alive…
FairyRainbow
February 17, 2009 at 5:18 am
I love it. Put wheels on it and I’ll take it with me.
Gail
February 17, 2009 at 7:35 am
That’s be a fun sort of gypsy caravan, wouldn’t it, Gail?
kvwordsmith
February 17, 2009 at 6:20 pm