Earlier in the blog I was calling this project a ‘barnraising,’ but the truth is, it was more of a resurrection. This crazy little building, made of the very rocks on which it sits, built by my parents when they were younger than I am now, has housed goats, ponies, chickens, and sheep over the years. Here’s what it looked like in the very beginning:
But after decades of neglect, it was a shambles:
The roof had caved in and it was barely standing.
But we all came together to rebuild it.
And now it’s finally done, and better than it ever was.
With new life inside!
So many thanks to Larry, Gina, Wayne, Dad, Betsy, Mom, Paul, Erin, and Papa!