Monday, November 17, 2008
This Old Barn
I can still remember the first time I walked into this barn. It was a late summer morning and I was 15. As I stepped through the small wooden door I felt transported to another place and time. I imagined the peoples and animals who had once worked and lived there. My head filled with the bleats of lambs and bellow of a lonely cow. I noticed the loft, and envisioned it filled with rowdy sheep shearing men. My hands touched the wooden pens so smooth and glassy from the years of hands coated in lanolin. Then I moved on to the raised wooden floored area that was once 3 tie stalls for horses, with a raised loft with openings for ease of feeding. It was a magical and sacred time in my mind. The dust motes flew like little angels of light and I paused in my teenage angst and contemplated what once was and what might be. Mark says I married him for the barn!
Today I have more dreams of 'what might be', while trying to hold onto some of 'what was' as well. Mark and Eric have fall and winter plans of continuing with their barn renovation that was begun last spring. During the last week Mark has jacked up a post most evenings and then poured a new pier. There is a discussion of a new tack room and a 12' by 16' stall. Time will tell which direction this old barn takes. We'll will keep you posted.