Friday, May 29, 2009

An unlikely love affair



Behind the studio stands a rickety old barn. It belongs to our neighbors, who don't value it as much as we wish they did. It's been getting more rickety by the year and we can't persuade them that it's worth anything at all.

At this point it's probably too late, and a darned shame that is, too.

One of these days it'll blow down in a storm, and when that day comes, I'll be sorely tempted to hold a funeral for the dear old thing.



You see, I am smitten with barns, head over heels in love with them. I admit it's an unlikely love affair but there you have it: I'm completely over the moon about barns.




Ditto for old sheds, chicken coops, duck runs, greenhouses (but only the glass variety.)

There's just something about that magical blend of industry and laziness that makes you want to snooze in the sun or build something indoors. The scent of hay or tomato plants or just plain ordinary dust.



Surely I'm not the only one (am I?) who loves the rustic simplicity, the humble functionality, of these gems.



There is just something so honest...



so utterly respectable and hardworking...


so downright beautiful about outbuildings. And the way of life they suggest.


2 comments:

Sharon Hermens said...

Ahhh, barns. Takes me back to NY. The Learn farm sits above our house (my dad still lives there)high on a hill with a panaramic view of Senica Lake, Watkins Glen and surrounding area. As kids we would go up there and climb in the hay loft. We'd slide down and run up again and again. What innocent fun. The only thing we came away with was itchy bodies.I miss those times.
Sharon

Sharyn Sowell said...

Barns do stir up wonderful memories. I treasure the moments we had at Boydean & Astrid's farm, watching Boydean milk the cows and spending time on their farm in Wisconsin during warm summers with my parents at the lake. I wish I could go back again...