Wednesday, June 19, 2013
And on this farm, she had a barn
I love barns.
Since I first learned "Old MacDonald", barns have symbolized ideal country life. I love the way sunlight sifts through loose boards, I love the echo of past animals and barn dances, I love the smell of hay and dust.
I had hoped that any property we bought would come with a barn but that never happened. Big, traditional barns are expensive to maintain and are falling down faster than new pole barns can replace them. Of the 15 or so places I looked at in southern Indiana, not one had a real barn.
Lick Skillet does have a great barn,
unfortunately, it's across the street and not ours.
We did need shelter for our proposed sheep and goat friends, so we built a 10' x 15' pole building.
Then I got thinking. What defines a barn as a barn and not a shed?
Our new building is barn red,
houses livestock,
and livestock manure,
and is home to a nest of BARN SWALLOWS!
Hay!* I've got a barn!!!!
*Pun intentional
Labels:
barns,
country life,
sheep
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You sure do & be proud of it. :)
ReplyDeleteWait 'til we get a door on it! I'm thinking of a dutch door, then I can lean on the lower part and gaze out with a wisp of hay between my teeth--so iconic!
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