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Saturday, January 23, 2010

Scarlett O'Hara

We ran out of kindling. Everything here is soaking wet so sticks just weren't doing it. While throwing hay down the chute,my eye caught the pile of old chairs Bill had purchased at an auction years ago. Representing many centuries and styles, the chairs were in all forms of disrepair. AH HA kindling. Openning the loft door, I began pitching chairs out into the barnyard. That's when I felt akin to Scarlett O'Hara and began reciting lines from Gone With The Wind. (Scarlett tells Prissy to burn the fine family heirlooms in order to keep warm.) These weren't exactly fine family heirlooms but I'm sure there is a lot of history in those chairs. Oh well, no more searching for dry sticks! The best part is I now can get thru the loft up to the hay without climing over piles of chairs. I'm inspired to read Gone With the Wind again too.

3 comments:

Stacey said...

Oh, dear. I'm laughing so hard because I would have done the same thing.

Somerhill said...

My hubby tore down a couple small outbuildings last winter and fed them to the outdoor furnace. I joked that I was afraid I'd come home one night and find the barn gone.

Peter Brown, Author said...

Any reason to read GWTW is a good reason.
Who killed RHETT BUTLER? No one has written it until now: www.deathofrhett.blogspot.com