When I was young, one of my favorite books was The Little House by Virginia Lee Burton. The writing was simple, the illustrations soft and whimsical. It told the story of a small cottage set in the country, existing happily through generations until the city creeps in, the people move out, and the structure falls into utter disrepair. But then—and here’s the important part—the great-great-granddaughter of the original builder finds the house, lifts it up, moves it to the countryside again, and makes everything better.
So, it’s probably no coincidence that I have always been attracted to (we won’t say obsessed with, although it fits) old houses. Barns.
