This is where the magic happens. This is my potting bench, as seen the day after Jim brought it up from the basement when he built it several winters ago. It never again looked as neat and tidy, but that first day on the patio it was pristine.
We live in a community that bans outdoor structures (and swingsets and clotheslines, sigh), so we cannot put up a garden shed. I am a serious gardener, making horticultural miracles happen without a shed, greenhouse, cold frame, storage structure, or tool depot.
But I have a great cedar potting bench, custom built.
Big manly tools, like shovels and wheelbarrows, live in the garage with the John Deere. There is a lot of schlepping back and forth between the patio and the garage on the other side of the house.
And the compost pile is hidden behind some spruces way at the back of our property, nowhere near the bench. Again, more tromping between the compost pile and the patio. I walk back and forth a lot when I garden. It's not ideal.
Some of the magic happens on the porch. It's unheated but gets bright daylight, and it's where the tender plants live during the cold season. It's cramped and not ideal here either, but it suffices.
Here is where the real magic happens --- indoors, at the dining room table.
This is, in fact, an ideal workplace, the best place to garden on a winter afternoon.