I Live in a Barn

I really love saying that.  Always makes me smile.  This photo does too!  The barnyard filled with family.

I’ve loved barns all my life.   From my earliest childhood days ‘til now, we’ve been pulling the car over to the side of the road to photograph those wonderful old structures that stand as testimony to our heritage.

I never set out to live in a barn.  It wasn’t a life-long dream.  It was just a fun idea that came along, and the next thing you know it was happening.  We were still living our year in San Antonio.  Island life had been left behind.  Grandparents were aging.  Stock market was crashing.  Portales was pulling.  We started talking about coming back “home”.  We would need a workshop in a hurry, and it would be nice to have a pretty barn with a little studio apartment on the end of it so we could move right in and get to work.

Part of that equation fell right into place.  The part about “get to work”.  We were so busy working, there was just no time for our project.

Five or six years went by, and still no barn.  I hate to admit how impatient I felt at times, because the waiting became the very best thing about the whole barn deal!  While I was dreaming of color schemes and where to plant the crepe myrtles… we were talking about how ridiculous it would be if we lived there for a few years and didn’t have a kitchen big enough to have our families over to eat.  And how silly to not have two bedrooms so guests could come and stay.  Since we work from an office in our home, shouldn’t that be big enough to always be used… and not just a tiny little make-do place?

So time went by, and G began to draw, and the little studio apartment on the end of a workshop grew into a really big red barn with a wonderful kitchen, the best home office I could ever have dreamed possible, a guest room I’m so pleased to share with family and friends, a front porch that just begs for visitors.  This is no temporary fix to a housing need.  It’s home sweet home.

Come by and ring my doorbell sometime.  I think you’ll enjoy our “chime”.  We’ve got horses neighing and chickens clucking.  I’ll make some coffee and we can sit on the glider.  If the weather outside is frightful, not to worry. Don’t forget… I’ve got an entire chair museum inside!


14 Responses to “I Live in a Barn”

  1. Jill M says:

    And the coffee is great!

  2. Sandy says:

    Jill, I appreciate that coming from a coffee lover!

  3. Marcea Clive says:

    I love your barn. And, I would love to check out your coffee sometime.

  4. Sandy says:

    We shall surely plan a coffee date! I’m on it.

  5. Cheryl Black says:

    I can just hear your voice saying, in answer to…”Do you live in a barn?”, “As a matter of fact, I do!” Never knew how your barn came to be…love the story.

  6. Scott Davis says:

    Wow that picture is like looking out my front door. So cool!

  7. Sandy says:

    Cheryl, I sure hope you’ll come for a visit some time!

  8. Sandy says:

    Nice to have your house in our view!

  9. Donna says:

    I love the barn. Your ideas and plans have blessed us all. Thank you for sharing.

  10. Sandy says:

    Ahhh.. thanks Donna! We’ve sure had lots of wonderful times, haven’t we!

  11. Beth Ayres says:

    I love your barn. We don’t live in a barn – we have a barn. Our home is over 200 years old. So needless to say, we love unusual homes.

  12. Sandy says:

    Wow Beth… A home over 200 years old! That’s just grand!

  13. Lori says:

    As you know, I love your barn! But it’s not the barn that is so comfortable, calm and inviting… It’s the woman running the barn! Thank you for all the coffee, great Bible discussions, and wonderful friendship! You bless many many people with your hospitality. You are truly serving as Christ would serve. You regularly use what God has blessed you with to turn around and bless others!

  14. Sandy says:

    I believe you are just too kind!
    But Lori, I thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

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