Never has a man been more sure of the colour he wants his shed than Chris with his Forest Green.
Last weekend we carefully placed the stones. With a spirit level, burying them in our super-soft soil, trying to get them flat.
This weekend I painted the thick Forest Green over the sandy wood. And Chris hammered and sawed and carefully constructed the walls and the roof and the doors and the plastic windows of our new garden shed. It took all day. The pieces weren’t cut straight, the tree branches were a bit too close, the nails wouldn’t easily go through the plastic window sills. And by dusk on the second day our shed stood, felt still to be hammered to the roof and doors to be placed back on their hinges, but the shed stands.
In beautiful Forest Green.
I dreamed of a rainbow shed, but the green is growing on me.