The two little trees in the foreground of my painting have grown and multiplied. I had a little coal pile between the two doors and firewood all along the west wall...ax, hatchet, chopping block, monster mall, and wood wedge. I didn't trust myself with a chainsaw. I would like to think that I could handle the labor of cutting kindling and hauling in logs for a wood burner at age 56. It was hard work. It took all summer to collect the wood for winter. In the winter I had to get up by 3 am to put another log or piece of coal in the fire, or the water beside my bed would freeze. That only happened a couple times LOL. After a year of it, I wanted to write a Mother Earth News article about how these building could be converted for less than $5000. Before I put the plumbing in, I had to use an out house. That outhouse is now behind the old school and almost a pile of kindling. So sad to see the neglect, after the loving care.