Tuesday, April 28, 2009

My Poor Little Barn is Dead

I am so sad.

My little barn down in the canyon wasn't being used for anything, and was old and leaky, but oh-so-sweet.

I have loved taking photos of her (why do I think of her as a "her"?) sitting there in the glade looking all rustic and full of mystery.

I have picked blackberries on warm sunny days with my back to hers.

I always imagined that someday she would be a nice little picnic spot for the kids and I, or that she would serve some other romantic, creative, imaginative purpose. Or even that she would house a sheep or two.

But she simply could not withstand one more winter, and quietly succumbed one day to the weight of a December snow.

It will be a bit of work, but we will gather her boards and nails, her rusty hinges, and maybe even some of the moss from her roof. We will save her skeletal remains, and put them to use. Because we are country folk, and that is what we do.

And someday, if her parts are used to make something really nifty, I'll be sure to share it here with you, my faithful readers.

In the meantime, I am still feeling sad. Sniff...

3 comments:

Johnson Family said...

There is a song by Semisonic called "Closing Time" and I thought of this line after reading this post...

every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end

...as sad as it is, I can't wait to see what you guys do with this new beginning.

Julie's Keepsakes said...

You could use the wooden boards for frames.

I am sorry about your romantic little barn.

Amy said...

Beth - a rustic potting bench made out of old barn wood sold for hundreds of dollars at our school auction. It was so popular someone made another one for the preschool fundraiser. Im hoping my husband will build me one. Just an idea - not like you & your husband wont already have a basket full of repurposing ideas/projects already in mind. Just thought I'd share.
Old barns are one of my most fav things to look at & photograph. Sorry it tumbled. :-(