A long while back, I asked for a barn.
Today, I have a barn.
There’s something about moving to “the country.” And by “something” I mean A HECKOFA lot of work.
There’s the septic system that can be blocked by trees.
There’s the old kitchen oven that may or may not work.
Perhaps you lose a hen. Or two.
There’s the riding lawnmower that worked.. once.
There’s the weeding, the garden, the broken chicken coop.
There’s the jeep hand-me-down that has a dead battery and YET! We somehow manage to love it.
All 1.0 acres of unkempt house and yard is ours.
With our very own barn.