We also spent our first night under the unfinished roof which was fully covered with a tarp. The coldest night this summer we spent once, and only once, in the tent but this night in the shed was really cold, too, though it looks nice and romantic in the picture. We didn't want to stay overnight a third time this summer!
I painted the inside a bit and our son came to help with the roof when he got a day off. The strawberries, which I had moved earlier from a place where the excavator had worked, had ripened for my joy. Unfortunately, my long holiday was then over. I felt a lot of frustration because I hadn't achieved what I had dreamt of.
The men went a few times more to finish the roof. I sighed for relief. After so many little trips to our lot we finally had a roof on the shed! Then the men drove to attach the doors. Thank God, now we had doors! They also emptied the boat from the water, which had rained in while the boat had stayed fully useless on the shore.
Last weekend we moved more things from the town to be stored in the shed over the winter. The day was amazinly beautiful! Mushrooms had popped up from the ground and lingonberries seemed to be ripe. I didn't have time to check the cranberries for we had the last thing to be done before winter comes: we attached thin metal nets in the open spaces between the walls and ceiling to hinder birds flying in.
One day at a time has been too little. This summer didn't give us a possibility to stay in the area in a tent or in the shed, it didn't give us a possibility to build without rain. The image of a fully finished, painted and furnished shed vanished from my mind along with the summer gone and green leaves having turned yellow. It was already dark when we planted two trees to be memories of the year when the first building was erected on this site.
