When we moved into the house, there was an existing wood shed just off the porch, between the house and the girl's pasture. It was also directly in front of the window facing that direction from the family room. So, while relaxing on the couch I had a lovely view of... the leaning, sinking, warped wood shed. It annoyed me because it blocked my view and was ugly. It annoyed Brett because it was falling down and because he kept hitting his head while stooping to retrieve or stack wood.
About a month ago, I had a simultaneous burst of energy and a surge of "hate wood shed" feelings. I went outside and started pulling it apart -- which wasn't hard, given its rotten wood and rusty nails. Brett drove his tractor over and knocked over the pieces I didn't pull off.
Since then, Brett's been trying to decide where to build a new wood shed. It needed to be accessible, and level, and not block our view. He decided to build it against the side of the garage. Brett's friend, Richard, came up last week and stayed through the weekend, helping to pour the concrete base and then to construct the shed.
Consistent with everything Brett does, this is a massive and sturdy wood shed.
It looks like a room addition, not a wood shed. Richard and I teased Brett about what Brett's "real" plans were for the structure. I wondered if he and Kersey were going to move in together.
Brett still needs to put up the sides, add shingles, build pallets, and paint. He can do all of that stuff on his own. Well, maybe not the shingles. Notice that Richard is on the roof in all the photos. Brett does not like heights. At all.
While they worked on Saturday, I was busy with my own projects. I also picked wild blackberries and made cobbler for dinner. I knew the menu would be popular with the boys: ribs, baked potatoes, fresh bread, and cobbler. Yes, I know the menu is missing a real vegetable but they didn't want one. Boys.