What inspired me to write this book?
“The garden shed is a scary place full of things that creep and crawl and sometimes sting, must keep away from all these things.”
The idea of writing this book ‘The Garden Shed is a Scary Place’ started when I began to clean up my father’s garden. I always knew I loved plants and over the years I would surround myself with pots of plants, when I didn’t have a garden.
However, it wasn’t till my father was sick and re covering from an operation, that I realised how important the outdoors was. The first thing I do when I get up, is to take my tea or coffee, and sit outside in the cool morning air and contemplate the days activities. Even when I am away, I’m looking for a balcony or sitting area to enjoy my morning cuppa outside.
During my Dad’s recovery, I would sit and talk for a while and then go out into the garden and start sweeping the pathways and picking up the fallen leaves and twigs. In the early days he thought I was taking over his job, I suppose when you are sick all you can think about is getting well again and some how… I was taking away his strength…his independence. He is old school and a little bit controlling, unfortunately a family trait.
None the less watching me doing all the things he normally did and enjoyed, was hard for him. Eventually he settled down and started to like the fact that someone else was doing his job and he could let it go… and give it to me.
This garden isn’t so much a memory of my early childhood, another country’s got that one, but a memory of my teens and my dear mother who during the last months of her life would sit in the living room and stare at the garden through the glass doors.
My Dad had a ritual of going around the garden each day, and pulling out the weeds. Birds would follow behind scratching where he unearth the soil, the result was no weeds, a compliment I was quick to share with him.
While tidying up the beds my imagination started to roll…so out from the leaves, bark and twigs came this book.
Dad took great interest in watching me taking photos of the shed from many angles, along with the pathways and plants, anything really that took my fancy. The rhyming started to emerge, just a few words first:
The garden shed is a scary place full of things that creep and crawl and
sometimes sting, must keep away from all these things.
I started to think about Mum, she loved writing poetry and all her poets were written about events in her life, at the time I acknowledged the skill she had and was familiar with the events they were attached too.
It would be nice to have her here now, to look over my first rhyming story, I know she would change some of it. With that said, just perhaps a little of her poetic skill was past down, time will tell.
This simple story some of it in rhyme is about a young child’s journey to the garden shed. “The garden shed is a scary place.. full of things that crawl and sting.
The closer to the garden shed the child gets the more fanciful the journey becomes, it’s a combination of real garden dwellers and a little bit of fun.