Dust, cans of paint, rake, shovels, boxes, axe, hoe, rake, lawnmower, tool boxes, old bikes, folded up lawn chairs, chainsaw, spade, gardening gloves, dirty pots, garden hose, twine, chain, extension cords, dust, chemicals, lawn fertilizer, potting soil, dirty or cracked windows, coffee cans filled with nails, nuts, bolts and odds and ends, oil cans, degreasers, vice, handsaw, sawhorses, open bad of birdseed or sunflower seed, roll of chicken wire, hammer, sledge hammer, files, rasps, sandpaper, power tools (sander, miter saw, table saw, drills, etc), spiderwebs, spiders mouse droppings, mice, beetles, ants, dead flies on the window sill, clumps of dirt and grass on the floor
clumping footsteps, dragging a sack of fertilizer across the floor, creaky floorboards, squeaky hinges on the door, bee or fly buzzing against a glass window, moving boxes, metallic clatter as you sort through cans of screws, the clink as a nail drops to the floor, swearing or muttering in frustration at trying to find something, a grunt of exertion when moving something heavy, scuffs, scrapes, coughing on the dust, the pitter-patter of rodent feet, overhanging tree branches scraping at the roof, the wind under the eaves
Dust, dirt, mulched grass from the lawnmower blades, fertilizer, must, rusted tools and nails, sun-baked metal, oil, grease, gasoline
Splinters, lifting a bag of fertilizer or seed by the corners, tugging, pulling, shoving to get at tools or to boxes/items in the back, reaching up to pull boxes of nails down from a shelf, hanging a saw by its handle on a hook, the points and pokes of nails as you reach into a can or container for one, smacking work gloves against the knee to knock dirt out of them, wiping sweat from the brow, pulling/tugging to get items free of their storage places, bumping into a narrow door, backing into a rake or shovel leaning against the wall, stepping on something left out: paint cans, a gas container, etc.
--The words you choose can convey atmosphere and mood.
I rattled the can and by the sound, I could tell right away that I'd be making a trip to the hardware store. I glowered at the hodge-podge of boxes and rusted bike tires and rotten garden hose. Why was it Earl kept his shed packed to the rafters with useless junk, but couldn't even keep enough nails on hand to build a bird house with?
Pa said the box with my old train set was in the back of the shed next to my old bike, and I figured it would be the perfect thing to set up for my little cousin Davy. At the doorway I stopped, my smile fading. I'd been in this shed a thousand times, sent in to grab the shovel or and hand full of nails, but now, with night coming on, gloom clung to the walls and shelves and hung over the barrels of feed, making everything unfamiliar. Each breath I took was sour with dust and rot and when a gust of wind sent tree branches screeching across the tin roof, I spun around and high-tailed it back to the house. Me and Davy could just as easily put together a puzzle or play a board game.
--Similes and metaphors create strong imagery when used sparingly.
Example 1: (Simile)
A shabby assortment of rakes and shovels leaned against the rough wooden walls like the old men who gossip on the front porch of Bidsey's General Store.
Example 2: (Metaphor)
The sagging boxes with water damaged corners sat piled up against the shed wall, on layover before reaching their final destination: the town dump.