Tearing Down an Old Shed

Okay, it's been in the works for years now. Tearing down the shed, the 50-year-old eyesore that's been falling apart, yet survived storm after storm and still housed to lawnmower, yard tools, and bicycle.

It was somewhat of an eyesore. Faded paint, missing pieces of tin from the roof, insect damage. But there an attachment to old things, even though wood rots and timbers sag. I'm a bit sad to see it go. The planks and timbers are loaded onto a large truck parked in the back yard. City maintenance drivers will haul them out on Monday. Bye bye, shed.

But a funny thing happened. When that old shed, that friend of mine, was finally gone, we noticed the three trees that had begun to grow around the perimeter of the shed formed some kind of aesthetic image. There was a picture of harmony out our back windows. Even our son, at no prompting of ours, commented on the symmetry of the three trees.

So, I'm thinking that this is much like a lot of things in life. There are things you hate to say good-bye to, things you hate to see go. And there's no way to foresee what the future will look like once those things are gone.

But ..., know what? Sometimes it's those unpredictable events that bring beauty to the world, a fresh perspective to our lives, and a new foundation on which to build a better future.

Good-bye, shed, you served us well ...