Just as I’m about to leave for my ridiculous mission, the sun warms the grass and the air seems full of life and I’m touched with enthusiasm for rending and tearing and building. I’ve been so buried in work I haven’t wanted to force anything else into my overcrowded brain. But I had a look at the barn I need to work on and found it patiently and hopefully waiting to be shucked from its shell of disrepair and turned into something cute. So much potential!
I need to create an envelope of insulated living space to move my stuff into it. I’m thinking rockwool insulation, canvas instead of drywall, a couple patio doors replacing the barn doors for some passive solar. Definitely bedroom in the loft. Composting toilet. I’m planning to partition the giant space and make a smaller habitat at first, that can be expanded later. I’m still mulling over the plumbing. How much is enough?
Then there’s the garden. There are a number of retired gardens, all owned by grass again. I’ve got my eye on the old pond. The ruined liner is tattered, but the earth beneath is black and rhizome free because of the water and poly. It would make a lovely terraced garden, and in the middle of the horse paddock, it’s already fenced for deer. The obvious downfall is that the depression will be a cold sink, with all the coldest air around pooling there, frosting earlier as well.
Then I can move on to camper renovations.