this was the lower-level, back, right section of our barn two and a half months ago:
And this is that same section of our barn now:
That first set of pictures is not how the barn looked when we bought this place. Back then it had a sloped cement floor, but Carl busted it all up with a jack hammer and piled it outside the barn so he could make the stalls big enough. He has spent every spare moment since mid-September putting this together so my horses could safely ride out the harsh, New England winter.
Did Carl always dream of a farm life, you ask? . . . No. Has Carl ever built anything bigger than a cabinet before? . . . No. Did Carl always want to renovate a 1930’s dairy barn to safely and happily accommodate three horses? . . . shockingly . . . No.
Ladies and gentlemen, that’s more than true love. That is dedication, discipline, research, sleep deprivation, hours and hours of hard work in the freezing cold after already working a full day in the office . . . AND true love.
I’m a lucky girl and I know it. : )