So, in case y’all didn’t know, I love historic barns. There is a barn on the property. It is one of the biggest reasons why I pursued the place.
I love it.
It breaks my heart daily.
Way back when I started this blog, one of my very first posts was about the barn actually. You can stroll down memory lane here.
The good and bad news is that not much has changed, at least with my barn.
Now, the neighbors are a different story.
One neighbor has gone above and beyond to preserve their gorgeous gambrel roof barn. Last summer they primed and painted the entire thing. I see it every time I go outside and it is a truly inspirational barn and I give all credit to the family who is fighting to keep it up!
Another neighbor however, just slightly further up the hill in the same direction has recently broken my heart. I could hardly believe when I saw a barn removal company in their driveway. The barn was OLD and had a newer roof and metal siding covering the gem beneath. Within days, the sheeting was pulled and within two weeks, she was gone. Only the stone foundation remains along with a huge pile of debris.
What this all boils down to is that it truly kills me to see barns fall down (trust me, I am fully aware how close mine is to giving up the ghost) or to see them sold and moved. I know, I know….they are being repurposed and loved and salvaged, but it still makes me sad.
What brings this up you ask?? Well, on Sunday, I was out working on the pesky grapevines and was scared half to death with a stranger pulling in and asking to take pictures of the barn. I can’t blame him. I have used it as the subject of some amazing photos myself. However, I did chuckle to myself as he was setting up thinking, “No worries, I have been letting it rot to the perfect level of patina for you to photograph!”
Secondly, my lovely and wonderful neighbors stopped by later that afternoon and we were chatting about my barn and some of the neighboring barns. It brought to my attention how blessed I am to see no less than 4-5 barns from the property throughout the course of the seasons. For this, I am very blessed and lucky!
Plus the buzzards love it and have become part of my life.
Now, to wrap up. In my original post, I ended with a list of things I was doing to help save the old girl. So, because I am who I am….might as well wrap this one up the same way. No worries, not much has changed. Still waiting for a miracle on a wing and a prayer.
- Continue to save nickels, dimes and dollars. It would help immensely if roofs and furnaces would quit dying on me.
- LOTTO BABY!!! LOTTO!!
- I stopped drinking Diet Coke, so guess that is out.
- I ended the Go Fund Me Campaign and to the people who donated, I love your souls….and you are friends and companions and I could not keep asking you. No offense, I was hoping for a Warren Buffet type to see it and, well ya know…hand me a wad of cash. Greedy and horrible, right? But I am honest!
- Ellen. I actually had dwindled in my writing of the superstar. However, I might have to ping her an email this week…
- Back to the damn nickels and dimes…
So, have a beautiful Tuesday friends.
By the way! If you reading this internationally, please comment!!! I see you! I want to say hi!
Hell, if you’re reading it at all, comment!! lol!
Peace out peeps.