The well-maintained picket fence put up a cheery front, but it couldn’t hide the decaying barn. Like trying to hide a marriage that had gone bad, there was no point investing more time and effort planting flowers in front of it. The problem wasn’t the fence. The barn was empty now – useless – yet it was difficult to let go of the memories. The old barn had to be removed before the new one could be built. The new barn promised a brighter future for everyone involved – especially the children.
Kneel, rise, s-t-r-e-t-c-h … always a fraction of an inch beyond my reach. I’ve been working every day for hours – weeks. It’s taking so long, but I like the results. The approval in my husband’s eyes gives me the energy to continue. People are asking how I did it and I delight in giving them all the details. Sometimes even I stop to admire my work. The thing I like most about it is the simple maintenance – and the graceful beauty, of course. Once the last coat of polyurethane is applied, I’ll be finished with the floor.