A perfect space

Well, a perfectly tidy space.   This took one and a half days.  But I was determined to clean and clear absolutely everything in the potting shed.

It was a foggy day, but mild and still and perfect for battling with bits of kit.

Being a Sunday it was a hunting day in the mountains so the poor felines of the region were cowering.

That’s the problem mountains and valleys. Sounds reverberate.   So even though it was a hunting pack of baying hounds miles away, poor Artur thought they were coming over the hill any minute now. All day.

So he didn’t settle until well after lunch.   And he was not pleased with all the mess I was making.

But it’s worth it now that it’s done. I am very pleased.

It seems to be a Thing; I love to have all things tidied and sorted before the new year.

So I even pulled out all the pots under the potting table and sorted them, threw the broken ones away and stacked everything neatly.

Artur climbed into every gap and space I created and demanded attention.   But I just didn’t have it to spare. I have so many other creative things to do in this large garden.   And cold weather is coming.   We even have snow predicted for Wednesday.