When I was Josie's age or a bit older, we lived on a block comprised of new houses and vacant lots. And houses under construction. Often, after supper my family would stroll down the block and, if a house was being built and had not yet been dried in, we felt free to wander through it, speculating on what these rooms, now just spaces defined by 2x4s, would become.If roofing was underway, my little brother and I would collect those little tin circles that went under the nails that held down the tar paper. Treasure!
That was then. Today, and here in the country, I wouldn't dare to wander onto a building site, knowing how folks who move here value their privacy. But I must say I'm fascinated (from a distance) by what is going on next door
They border us on the lower part of our property and we can see (and hear) big doings in the area below the main house. It adjoins one of our pastures below the pond (see hay ring above,) and crews of workers have been busy most days, all day until dark. They've cut and dug up and burned the bamboo a previous owner planted and are constructing what looks like a corral for buffalo.
Asking around hasn't revealed much. I don't know if the owners have moved in or what their plans for the property are. Mention was made of the large workshop being converted to a barn and caretaker's quarters, which sounds like they won't be full time residents.
Raising horses, perhaps? Rodeo broncs or bulls? Or buffalo or ostriches or zebus? Time will tell. Meanwhile, I'm loving the look of the log wall, punctuated by old metal wagon wheels.
