The Old Woodshed
Last Friday I shared a post about the old woodshed window.
Yesterday I shared a sunset and the old woodshed.
Today I will tell you about The Old Woodshed.
This woodshed stands at the edge of our yard. Our home is on the property that my mother grew up on. The old house has been torn down but the woodshed, a barn and a chicken house still stand.
The woodshed is over 80 years old. My Mom is 81 and says it was probably built before she was born.
The wood is weathered and worn but there is still a timeless beauty to the old girl. She has seen a lot of storms come and go.
In the door to the left is where my grandmother stored her garden tools and in the door to the right is where they actually kept the split wood to burn in the stoves for the winter.
The images are straight, the old wooshed is not. She is a little crooked and sunk down at the one corner. Her tin roof has seen better days and the chimney is crooked. If you go inside and look up she is coming apart at the peak of the roof. I hope she hangs around awhile yet.
On a sidenote...notice the leaves, they are turning colors. Fall is approaching and I am happy. I love fall.
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