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The Potting Shed

At the top of the garden A sanctuary hidden The old hen house is converted to A potting shed Stone floor, a window, a door Your secret bolt hole Nurturing beloved seedlings Readying them for planting While you order those thoughts that beset you -

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Michelle Mac Donald

Date: 6/16/2011 3:50:00 AM

Sounds like a great place for sowing seeds, Liz. Would be as though a greenhouse palace to the seedlings. Love the title and the imagery...thanks for sharing! Best wishes, Mikki

Liz Walsh
Date: 6/16/2011 6:54:00 AM

Thanks Mikki - I love it - the tomatoes are flourishing and the rest doing well - every time I go up to it I find something new. Sparkles, Liz