For the past year, the Husband and I have talked about taking down the structures because they were useless. No chickens for the coop (never were!) and if we did have chickens I would rather see them strutting freely (kind of) around the yard. As for the shed, only hobbits would be short enough to stand in it. If, even then.
So, why was it built?
I don't know, and I don't care to speculate about how it came to be built. When I heard a crow and saw a butterfly as we dismantled the structures, I knew that the Mama liked our decision.
It felt good swinging the hammer and being constructively destructive. Pound! Pound! Grunt! Pound!GRUNT! Pound! Pound! The most physical activity that the Hu…