This is another photo taken some time ago on the Bond family farm. This little building was always referred to as “the sheep house” — whether they ever actually had sheep in it, I couldn’t say. It’s not very large and looks like it might once have been part of an entryway to a house, church, or other building; it has a window on each side and, at one time, must have had a lovely glass insert above the door.
I’ve always thought it would make a rustic little garden shed, if one could move it. Indeed, it housed some simple garden tools in the latter part of its life — shovels, hoes, buckets, etc. But eventually, the panes of glass slipped out, the door fell off its rusty hinges, and the moss-encrusted roof began to leak, exposing any contents to the weather.
I still think the building has a certain charm. I wish I could know all the stories it has to tell.