When I was in my twenties and early thirties I was crazy about clothes. I was making a good living as a network news producer and, most weeks, I just signed my paychecks over to Anthropologie. I window shopped at Barney’s and learned what it means to covet something.
These days I could care less about clothes. Most days I’m lucky to find a top and pants that aren’t manure stained when I need to go to the grocery store.
Now the objects of my desire are barns. Big, beautiful, wooden barns. Barns with haylofts and room for a dozen kidding pens. Barns with weather vanes and those cool sliding doors for driving in a tractor. Swoon.
So when Sand Creek Post & Beam contacted me about becoming a sponsor of this blog it was like hearing from Yves St. Laurent himself. I squealed, actually squealed, as I read the email. Then I spent hours pouring over the photographs on the Sand Creek site. Then I fainted. Then, in my most dignified tone, I wrote back said that, indeed, we would be most pleased to have Sand Creek Post & Beam as a sponsor. Then I fainted again.
I have used this space in the past to chronicle the grief I feel when I drive by an old barn that has been allowed to fall into disrepair and ruin. Well, looking at Sand Creek’s barns is the exact opposite of that. To me they look like hope. Hope that “family farm” won’t become an anachronism. Hope that people will continue to care about where there food comes from. Hope that one day “Farmer” will rate right up there with “Doctor” and “Policeman” when children dream of what they will become.
A new barn is a powerful thing, my friends.
Welcome Sand Creek Post and Beam. I’m awfully glad you are here.