Last bit of the hay barn

Last bit of the hay barn, a photo by I_N on Flickr.

This is keystone of my summer. After it comes down, summer will be over. The hot days of waiting for the pool to be open, mornings pulling nails till the sun gets to me, nights that the bugs make all that sound. Winter will be the time of meticulous doings, of dark nights the wind plays an that unholy symphony, days when you leave the stew pot on low - and stand close. All that will be left of that barn will be a battered concrete foundation on the tell, covered with drifts, and frost heaved out of perpendicular. Oh ya and there the wood, I saved it - so - if ya be needing any old oak barn wood, tell me.