When we moved onto the farm almost 13 years ago – there wasn’t much here. The old house (or hovel as we dubbed it), an ugly cinder block building that became our chicken coop and half of an old hog house that had seen better days.
None of it looked very nice – but that hog house was an eyesore.
My first thought was to take it down – but my husband saw it’s potential as a wood shed – at least temporarily.
It was the perfect height for little explorers to climb – tall enough to be daring – yet low enough that a fall would most likely need a band-aid rather than a trip to the ER.
It became the perfect place for an adventure and the kids loved it!
It’s roof saw many a battle waged, damsels in distress rescued, and the enemy slain in the name of justice!
It was a pirate ship, a covered wagon, a fort in Indian country, a movie prop and so much more.
It was fun!
Too many strong winds and too much snow left the shed leaning dangerously. If it wasn’t for the wood inside it would have been leveled.
It was time to take it down and the roof was the first to go.
No more epic sword battles.
No more arrows will be shot at the Indians.
No more muskets will be fired at the Red Coats.
The cries of “land ho” will never again echo from it’s heights.
It’s gone now. All we have left are the memories.
You know, as ugly as it was – I think we’re all gonna miss it a little bit.
It’s the end of an era.