I love to garden. My husband doesn’t. So we each have our own sanctuaries. He has a pretty cool mancave that is 100% his. Mine, as you may have guessed, is my garden shed. I mention this because if we shared this area, we would have some serious disagreements. He loves his shiny new tools with lots of power and function. I however, love to collect these beautiful old tools (most of which I don’t even know what they are or how they work…but they sure do look cool). Don’t get me wrong, I have a bunch of functional me-sized tools I use in my garden and shed as well. But one wall, is simply just really cool looking. I love looking for these old tools and adding them to my tool wall. I love thinking about the people who used to use them. What their lives were like. What they used those tools for. I love my garden shed. I love the beautiful clematis climbing over the side of the shed. I love the smell and view of it. It is my place that I relax and get down to what is really important. My thoughts are clearer when I’m digging in the dirt and when I’m working with my plants. I adore the smell of dirt. I love seeing the wonderful outcome of my efforts. I love all plants. Flowers, vegetables, fruit trees, etc. How grateful I am for my shed and my own personal space.
Where do you escape? Where is your sanctuary?