The finished potting shed, how sweet it is!

A little bird told me that

     sometimes, waiting  a long time for a thing, makes it all the sweeter  when you finally get it. Early one Monday morning, out of the blue, the Busy Beavers pulled up in their old red pick-up truck ,pulling their old rusty flatbed filled with this:

  Fresh cut pine boards! To finish Mamsey Bears potting shed! OH BOY!

    It's been sitting in it's skeletoned frame for months and months., just waiting for some walls.

Busy Beavers went to work

 They put in 3 fine and dandy windows;

 Head Busy Beaver added a nice shelf beneath each one, he knew Mamsey would appreciate that.

  And they hung the beautiful bright red door from jolly old England.

They even finished off the top of the wisteria arbor that the lord of the Manor, kinda,sorta forgot to finish...... a long long time ago.

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The shed can't be painted  for at least 2 months while the wood dries completely.

But the colors are all picked out: green, green and green.

 Little pots of Lavender sit in the window and bedding plants are ready to be placed in various containers,

and in old wheelbarrows and wagons.

 Loads and loads of goat and sheep compost ( otherwise known as poop) sit behind her potting shed just waiting to be turned into new and exciting gardens... which will grow beautiful blooms, which will attract hungrey little bees, which will produce lots of tasty honey which will give Mamsey lots of sweet muffins and pannie cakes which will cause Mamsey bear to put on mucho fat!

BZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

The lord of the Manor PROMISES to erect a rustic cedar grape arbor ( cut from the cedars in the Hollow) which will attach to the tin red roof of the potting shed.

 Mamsey will grow luscious, fat grapes with which to make  jellies and jams and fruit salads!

"Indeed I will!"

 All that is needed is a nice cobblestone floor and then Mamsey can move in all her really neat stuff and such, ( she will show you the interior AFTER she does all her decorating)

      Mamsey has promised to let the mistress of the manor use her potting shed whenever she wishes..... and the Fuzzyfoot gardeners too.

 And so we shall!