Undoing, the hardest part of creativity.

I have spent the last three days tearing down the big shed building I helped build on our barn 42 years ago. The roof was leaking, the sills were rotten.
So many memories are wrapped up in that farm. Dad has been gone almost 4 years, now. I'm glad he didn't have to see it torn down. He built it to last and it didn't go down without a fight. Galvanized nails are stubborn things.
Along with the barn, we are taking down the English Walnut tree that has grown too big. It was hanging over the garage and dropping huge wads of heavy, wet leaves every fall. The trunk was about 24" in diameter, it was 35 feet tall and as wide, and I estimate it was 75 years old. I convinced the logger to cut the lower trunk into 4" slabs that I can mill into lumber later. They will dry in the barn for a year or so. The rest is becoming fire wood.
Such is the cycle of life.