I asked for a barn.. I got a barn.

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.

Man, er, woman powered

All 1.0 acres of unkempt house and yard is ours.

With our very own barn.

At last.