Hey all! As some of you might know and realised.. we’ve restored our roof at the barn shed. Yes we know, it has been a long time over due. The finish was inspired by a friends barn over west that was restored by a Perth roof replacement company. To make this post a little more interesting, we’ve decided to make a story out of it. Check out the following story, written by me of course! Just be easy on the criticism of my writing skills!
It’s been a while since I last visited Gran’s farm. As I drove past the dusty road leading to his barn, I remember how I used to climb over the stall where Stewy, Grandpa’s horse was kept. He was a handsome horse with a starlike shape on his forehead. Grandpa named him Stewy, short for Stewart, which is the name of his father, my great grandfather.
Both grandma and grandpa where so delighted to see me. Grandma couldn’t wait for me to try her gingerbread cookies. How I love her gingerbread cookies. I told her I couldn’t wait to have them as nothing comes close to her gingerbread cookies. She smiled while she snapped a cookie and lovingly shoved it in my mouth. She used to do that when I was little. After our morning tea, it was Grandpa’s turn to show me the barn. I couldn’t wait to see it too as the barn meant the world to me as a child. We reminisced the times when I would stay with them during summer. He said that it was never difficult to wake me up in the morning to help him do farm chores as I was always excited to work at the barn. We talked about Stewy and how strong and reliable he was as he pulled a cartload of hay from the fields to the barn. I used to brush his mane and how he loved it. I noticed a sadness in Grandpa’s voice as we recalled Stewy. That’s when I also noticed that Grandpa had really aged. While his handsome features remain, his laugh lines are deeper and more prominent and his eyes are a bit cloudy. All of a sudden, I felt like he is too old to manage a farm. He chuckled when I held his arm to help him go up the steps to the barn. He probably thought that he needn’t help with that.
The barn brought back sweet and fond memories of my childhood. It smelled the same, it looked the same. Then I saw what Grandpa really needed help with. He needed help in restoring the roof of his barn shed. He must have seen me squinting as the rays of the midday sunlight went through the large holes in the roof. “Darn roof needs some patching” he said. “Might be good if you to stay a bit longer “ he said with a wink. To be honest, I was happy he did ask me to stay. I’ve always had trouble asking people if they needed help. Now, how can I say no to that?