Barn Razing

We razed the wind damaged barn today. By nightfall all that remained was a stack of used lumber and the orange glowing embers of the burn pile. A pallet was stacked with the few squares of roofing material, which I didn't really want to burn. The llama came over to investigate. I think she was really curious about what we were doing. Afterall, when do you see six people crawling all over a pole barn with crowbars and hammers and chainsaws. My arms are tired, as I was on the other end of said chainsaw, held at arms length above my head sawing up the stringers between the rafters to loosen up the plywood. It's the first time in memory that I had all of my five hard hats in use at once. The youngest boy didn't need one, but for all the rest it was mandatory.
In a couple months the new barn will be rebuilt on a new site with much better planning. The old barn was really no more than a roof on poles, half sided with dilapidated shiplap. When the windstorm nearly shook it down this winter we secretly rejoiced. Now its gone. And in only a moment I knew it was worth more to the property value razed than standing. I'm glad nature took it's course. Entropy is everywhere you know. Around here, we helped it along with hammers.

Hope you had a good day. I'm beat and off to bed.
Sweet dreams, LB.

B