Isn't the saying, "March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb?" The lamb must have been hanging out with Barry Bonds (think steroids) this year because on Monday my parents' way cool, really old barn BLEW DOWN in a storm. They don't know if it was just strong winds or a small tornado.
Mom sent me this picture today.
It used to look like this...
I haven't seen the flattened barn in person yet, but just the picture makes me sick. I mean, thankfully, it was just an old barn and not their house, and no one was hurt, but I spent a lot of my childhood playing or working in that barn. It was a really neat old building. I loved it, and I can't imagine what the farm looks like without it. The only picture I have was taken from across the field on a hazy day. Sad.