The seven year itch and an outhouse

Pasture shadows

Apparently my limit is seven years. Because ever since we bought this farm seven [and a half’] years ago, there’s been an outhouse sitting inside my barn. My dad made it — and delivered it — to our old home. Several years later, we moved back to Carroll County and the outhouse came too. Why it was unloaded inside the barn I can’t say. I use the excuse that I was  painting interior walls and gestating at the time. Placement of the outhouse wasn’t top on my priority list.

Until now.

Now it’s all I can think about. And last night as long, lazy shadows were creeping across pastures and clouds bruised the evening sky, I [finally] determined it was time to move the outhouse.

Yes, if you must know, the hubby was thrilled. He lives for moments like these.

barn

He strapped it to the bucket of the skid steer and carefully maneuvered it out of the barn.

moving the outhouse

He slowly drove up a steep hill until he reached the northern end of the garden.

outhouse

And then it was a back and forth tug-of-war between his driving abilities and my need to perfectly relocate the shed.

outhouse turned garden shed

Eventually, the outhouse found it’s rightful spot beside the brand spankin’ new water hydrant. I must rave about that spigot for a moment. Typically we have to run several hoses to water the garden. Over the last few weeks, my darling husband has been digging to find the water line. He dug a four-feet deep trench about 30 feet — by hand — and still didn’t find the line. Exasperated and exhausted after many evenings with a shovel, he nearly gave up. Turns out he had only to dig one foot in the other direction to find what he was looking for. I helpfully suggested he could think of it as a lesson in patience and perseverance. He didn’t share my optimism.

My outhouse garden shed is finally situated in its rightful place. There’s water for the garden. And just as soon as this road trip is over, I’ll be hauling stones, planting flowers and sprucing up the place. It will hold shovels and rakes and hoes and seeds.

Because it’s an outhouse … it’s meant to hold all my crap.

Sorry. I just couldn’t help it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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5 Comments

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    Katie June 14, 2013 (3:36 pm)

    lol. Oh that just too good of an opportunity to pass up. Love it.

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    Buckeye Mom June 15, 2013 (12:47 am)

    Ha ha ha! That is awesome… 🙂 I think I discussed the water line thing with you… It’s always a fun time looking for a one inch pipe in a big ole’ yard. 🙂 Perseverance indeed!

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    Sally June 15, 2013 (11:26 am)

    What was the secret to getting a functioning frost free hydrant? Still waiting here, I might add.
    Can’t wait to see what all you do with the new garden shed. Will painting it be in the future or are you leaving it rustic?

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    Kelly @ old blue silo October 4, 2013 (8:48 pm)

    This is adorable! Your dad did a nice job.

    I want one 🙂