The barn. Shit.
Well, there's a bit of dry sheep manure left over from an art project a couple years ago, but that's not the issue. It's more a mood brought about by all that goes with the dried droppings. Let something go for a while, and, well, you know.
Or maybe it's the weather. Dreary, I tell you. Not enough to get a soaking but it does somehow get deep inside.
I've waited this long; I'll give myself another twenty minutes. But it needs to be done.
Actually, I already started cleaning the thing this week. All of the starter trays and pots have been stacked and organized, ready to be handed off to another couple who started farming a couple years ago. They should be happy. No, they are, inviting us to lunch next Sunday.
Tool room: check
Irrigation room: check
General storage area #1: check
So, see? Not that bad after all.
No, it's more of the contrast between now and then, when I had a use for the building. Or rather, the other use, because it's about to become a studio for some rather sizable sculpture.
After I clean up the other barn.