The Dreamwidth Journal of zdashamber

I love that sort of yard. I moved into a house once that had a whole weird shack in the back - a greenhouse with its plastic mostly eroded away - and someone's stuff in there - not all their stuff, but a good bunch of it, all boxes of personal letters (rained on and moldy) and hand-made pottery (I still have and use the mugs) and little arty things and keepsakes. Her name was Jane and I wondered if she had died or gone crazy .... to have forgotten all these personal treasured things. Finding it in the yard was sort of like being in "Mandy" where she finds the Shell House but less thrilling of a result.