Welcome! Grab a cup of tea, and enjoy browsing some of the photos and stories. As the 'teawife,' it is my duty to watch and listen and be a supportive friend, and a loving mum and wife. I should post more often, but sticking my nose into everyone's business keeps me busy! Kathy the teawife

Sunday, September 2, 2012

The Shelob Shed


We are back in England after six wonderful weeks in Colorado! I still need to post photos from our trip, and I sure hope to catch up with that soon. The photos on this page were taken a few years back, in January 2009 at our English home, when we had a spectacular hoarfrost. I never realized that there were so many cobwebs on the Wendy playhouse, until the frozen crystals captured the fragile webs.

Friday's end-of-August weather in SE England was nothing like that. In fact, it was sunny and sumptuous and in the seventies. I felt inspired and tackled one of the sheds in the garden. This shed project was delayed from early summer when we were having hot and sunny days, and I had planned to get out the pressure washer and do a proper job. However, we had that blasted garden hose ban as we were in a drought that immediately was followed by more rain than England has seen for 100 years! Hmmmmmm . . . I digress . . .

One thing I've learned from my seven years of living in England is that spiders love the spring and summer climate. English spiders can be incredibly huge, too, like the one that jumped on my head one autumn morning as I was climbing into my car at the gas/petrol station. I didn't realize I had picked up an additional passenger until I was rolling out of the station. There were lots of primordial screams and shrieks as I quickly stopped the car, flung open the door, and shooked the monster off my body. Shudder.

English sheds are always frightening, full of all sorts eight-legged creatures.We have come to nickname the shed that holds our Christmas decorations as 'the Shelob Shed,' named after that horrible spider from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. No one ever wants to go into the shed, as large spiders hang from webs in the ceiling and in every corner, nook and cranny.

The shed is attached to a kennel dog run, which is partially open to the elements, and it seems to be the perfect place to collect leaves, grass clippings, mice, spiders, wood lice, snails, etc. etc. I wonder how many of you are still reading this, or if you've flicked off the page because you're worried about the nightmares you'll have tonight!! This is the shed that dear-son-and-moody-teen and I bravely addressed. After we finished, I think my son had his second shower of the day! Eeeeeuuuuuwww, we never feel like we can completely rid ourselves of the feeling of cobwebs and creepy crawlies!

Under piles of chairs, papers, and boxes, we uncovered a bike that was slowly rusting away in a corner. I decided it was time to give it a new home, and I put a sign on it -- "FREE, please take" -- and rolled it to the front of the house and the edge of our drive. The bike is still in working order; just needed a bit of oil and TLC. Branduff laughed at me, thinking no one would want the bike. Five minutes later, Branduff went to the front of the property to check, and YES, the bike was GONE!

That's a good feeling as we are trying to downsize before moving next year. It almost makes up for the cobwebs and stuff that gets in my hair! Yuck! Almost.

1 comment:

connie said...

Even the cobwebs look prettier in England! So glad you survived the venture inside the shed. And it sounds as if there is one more happy bike rider along the path of life. Enjoyed your post!