The Garden Center
I’m way behind on posting about the going’s on at the farm. The mondo project we’re into right now is building a building that, among other things, will be Sara’s office. By “among other things” I am implying that we aren’t really certain exactly what this building’s purpose is (fully).
All I know is that one day I was thinking about building a 10 x 16 outbuilding to use as a gym. Out here in the boonies, its a hike to get to a real gym. About 40 minutes each way. Net-net. I don’t go. And my chest has fallen into my gut. But that’s another story. So here I am thinking about this building, and as clear as I bell I am told “WRONG BUILDING.”
When spirit speaks to me, which is rare, it keeps it pretty short. That minimizes my ability to misinterpret the message. So, I say, “I’ll bite. What building?” And I am told, “Sara’s office.” So I go to Sara last year sometime and say, “I’ve been told not to build a gym. We’re supposed to build you an office.” So she says, “That is ridiculous.” And that was that. I guess we don’t parse words in the country.
A couple of weeks after that, Sara speaks to me, too. And she keeps it pretty short. She says, “Yes, we are supposed to build me an office.” So I ran around the field like Snoopy dancing on an Easter Egg Hunt, because for once in my life I got a message before Sara. Hasn’t happened since, but I now feel pretty much complete for life.
Anyhow, so we are now building the building. It got a hat today, but more on that in a minute. Here’s the architect’s rendering of the building. So, reader, meet The Garden Center. Garden Center, meet the reader.
