Little drops of water,Small beginnings are at least a start. When an overwhelming task looms on the horizon, I sometimes take on a portion that I know I can finish. (I thrive on success.) Heading out to the feed barn to tackle sorting out trash and treasure before the crew gets here next weekend, I was dragging my feet. There is not one square yard of empty floor space and the walls are lined with shelves groaning with "stuff." It's the same down in the shop, but I'm not ready to think about that yet. As my steps got slower, I suddenly veered off to the right and went into the "first shed."
Little grains of sand.
Make the mighty ocean
and the beauteous land.
There are two small buildings in the front yard that always create curiosity in visitors. They look out of place, but there is a rational explanation. The family that built the house lived in a trailer during construction. Knowing that it would be a lengthy project, the wife said she'd go along with that as long as she had a "real" bathroom and a place to do laundry. That was the first shed. There is a stall shower and toilet, hook-up for a washing machine, hot water heater, and the pressure pump for the well. No longer used as a bathroom, it has become (surprise!) a repository for bird seed and "stuff." Included in that stuff are buckets of acorns brought in by the small creatures and crammed into every nook and cranny. I've succumbed to the "Steve Theory of Stuff" and all on my own put things in the shed that I might need "some day."
The first shed is a lot smaller than the feed barn and, as I was walking out, it seemed a whole lot more manageable. Cobwebs, blown leaves, acorns, trash, some "treasures." Cleaned out and organized. It's a beginning.