As you can see the the top of the barn is a total mess. The floor was so bad that it had to be cleaned by hand. But with each shovel and each scoop full was one step closer to our goal. You also see that someone here wanted a break but must have been to scared to ask. (just kidding mom) As we get closer I'll be posting a lot more before and a whole lot more afters so check back often.
As I sat at my kitchen table looking over at the barn my mind kept wondering how everything looked so dead. The trees and grass, even the sky. That dull gray tint over the whole landscape. It kind of resembled my mood for the weeks following the holidays. I always feel "blue as a rat"'as my Grandad Heatwole would say. As a child I always found the comment odd and not understandable but now as an adult I could not agree more. The dreary months of winter are extremely hard for me as I long for spring.
I continued to look out across the field drinking my coffee, thinking of what spring had to offer. Then a thought crossed my mind, what if we are like seeds and buds in winter. We are sitting and waiting for the warm weather and Mother Earth to tell us it's time to burst through with brilliant colors and warmth. To feel the sunshine on our face, and breath the crisp spring air.
I was on my second cup of java and looked back over at the barn and realized yes this is what we are waiting for. The longing to be set free. Free of appointments, inspections and to be able to enjoy the fruits of our labor. To burst through with amazing color and enjoyment. To achieve our dreams. As I glanced back the stunting sunrise caught my eye. Yes we may look dead and dormant but underneath where you can't see we are waiting to blast out with magnificent color. To paint the countryside to let you know we are alive.
As I set down to type this blog for the 3rd time, I have decided to write about something completely different then what I started the 1st time. The Barn a place I grew up in, a place that I learned to love and hate at the same time. A place with memories, a place where tears were shed and laughter could be heard. A place where argument happened and best friends later. A place that had my childhood, my teenage years and now my adult years . My home, my family , my job but mostly my heart.
As I look back on the last year and a half I realize that my past life at the barn looks much like my life now. Sure we have had struggles but we made it through them. Sure we have been knocked down but we got back up. No things haven't been all sunshine and rainbows, but we survived. These struggles made us stronger and ready to leap the next hurtles. I guess you could say there is a herd in the Barn. Not a herd of cows but a herd of people that are now friends. A herd of vendors that give their all for their local business. People that lay it all down and fight for the small business. To these people , my friends I'm honored to have The Barn. To watch it grow into this amazing place where not only businesses grow but also friendships.
The Barn Team, A Barn Vendor, or a Barn Customer. Each Author will sign their blog.