Sometimes my favourite barn is the West Barn, sometimes my favourite barn is the Home Barn. Yesterday my favourite was the West Barn. Favourites move about – this is the key. If you have a favourite forever you need to re-evaluate your favourite criteria.
Things were quiet yesterday, gentler, there was no reason for me to be anywhere in any kind of hurry so I hung out in the West Barn for a while. Poppy has come back into heat so it was noisy and busy down below (she is not quite ready so I locked her in the corner pen later on so they do not fight) but shimmering with cold and hope up above. The animals know I throw the afternoon hay down from above so they crane their necks watching for the hay that descends like the fluttering of an open telephone book.
Poppy and Manu do not look up. They are too busy with their hormones.
It always feels to me that the West Barn is warmer than the Home Barn. The West Barn has not been ruined by one of Johns anscestors modernising it. It leaks in the rain of course – even with its new roof, but it still has a gentle harmonious feel.
In fact it was so warm in the West Barn yesterday afternoon that I was able to remove my outer gloves – not the inner gloves you understand but it was an invigorating step.
I hope you have a lovely day.
Love celi
ps. I just finished listening to the most beautiful book: Heft by Liz Moore. Wonderful.
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57 responses to “Favourite Barns”
Reassuring is the word that came into my head as I looked at the barn. Practical, useful, comfortable. We didn’t have a barn. We had an old dairy, and our neighbours had a hay shed. My Dad worked in big old country garages. These old places are so easy to feel at peace in.
Ah, but Boo looks up.
west barn is a cathedral
That is a warm and welcoming barn. It looks odd to see your “hands” in the photo (the gloves) positioned just so.