Sweet Little Garden Shed

In my last blog post, I mentioned wanting (anticipating was my exact word) a sweet garden shed for our yard in Grass Valley. I have always loved those little garden sheds filled with wonderful things, smells and sweet little window box with colorful tiny flowers.

During the summer when I was a child, I had fun staying with my grandparents who lived in a big old craftsman style house. In the backyard was the most precious, sweet, darling little garden shed with a pink rose bush that climbed up and over the roof. My grandmother~who we called Baba~adored my interest in gardening.

I enjoyed helping her in her garden, but most of all I just wanted to "hang out" in her garden shed.

Baba was such a sweet lady. And, I loved her so much. She treated me like a Princess. Most often I would find a stack of books placed out in the garden shed...just for me! She knew how much I loved sitting on the stool in the shed reading books.

Baking was Baba's second favorite thing to do. Gardening of course was number one. Another fond memory about my grandmother's garden shed was that she would hide a small tin (no plastic in those days) of cookies for me. Usually her hiding places were pretty obvious so I easily found my treat!



Oh, those sweet childhood memories of lazy summer days in Baba's garden shed. Hugs~Dogwood