Maybe you remember when I posted this open air barn to Barn Charm sometime in March.
|A majestic old barn not far from Le Rustique in the heart of|
Smallville, between Rosebud & Owensville.
As soon as Matt described how they can watch 4th of July fireworks from four different towns up on the big hill where the power line runs behind their old abandoned barn, my brain clicked into gear. "That's your barn?" I squealed. [Well, I'm not really a squealer, but I was pretty excited just the same.]
Big Daddy and I told him about Missouri BARN Alliance and Tricia's Barn Charm. And then - Sweet Serendipity, How I Love You! - he invited us to "go on up there and take all the old wood you want, just be careful it doesn't fall down on you, and call John at the store ahead of time so he can alert Dad so he won't have to get off his new toy [a bulldozer] to come check on you."
And of course we took him up on his offer.
|We drove up from behind and realized it's even more air-conditioned than we thought.|
|This door immediately caught my eye, and my mind |
began racing for ways to use it fully intact.
|Here's Big Daddy assessing access to the hayloft.|
|And here's the hay loft, complete with collapsed hay bales and growing grass.|
But still, the structure is beautiful to me.
|All those reachable gorgeous weathered planks are still pretty |
well-protected beneath tightly secured tin panels.
|Another door, more tin panels - and aren't those panels interesting?|
|And here is why it wasn't possible to start dismantling |
tin panels to retrieve those upper planks - the
whole thing might have collapsed on us.
|Here is the sum of what we took. There are five doors with rotted |
bottoms and a handful of odd-sized pieces of loose wood.
|The haul is stacked in our barn. I love, love, love |
the color of weathered barn wood.
|Five doors awaiting a new purpose.|
When I sent my thank-you note, I told John & Matt to call us as soon as the wind takes it down so Big Daddy and I can come help them clean up, stack wood and, of course, get a few of those long straight planks. As exciting as that would be, in my heart I hope the old barn stands in defiance forever.
Linking up with Tricia's