Outside my studio, the wind roared and the big maple tree made a crackling sound like ice bending. It’s branches were covered in a thin layer of ice.
I was surprised because the last time I was outside, I was in the barnyard sloshing through puddles and mud as the rain pelleted me, big hard drops, riding the wind.
This afternoon I fed the donkeys in the barn again. Now snow dusted the ground and the mud was crunchy under our feet. The wind comes in sporadic gusts.
I took Fate and Zinnia down to the pond hoping Fate would clean off the frozen mud that’s impossible to wipe off of her with a towel. But she chose a snow bath instead, as Zinnia stuck her face in the water, still experimenting.
I love your blog. Question: why is it called a “pole barn?”
Jane, I think the name comes from it’s construction, but I alway use it as a name for our three-sided barn. I think because the three sided barn at the old Bedlam Farm was constructed that way. I’m not sure the barn we have now is literally a pole barn.
Thanks
My pleasure Jane.