There was a pasty blue metal box that lived behind our dairy barn. Daily, it sat upon a metal rack and waited for the rains to seep in over rusty wrenches and nails that lay dormant inside. To me, it was a mystery.
The dairy barn was maybe 100 feet behind our back door. It had functioned as such for the Odoms who owned the home before us and now lived about 50 acres to the west through the pasture. For us, it was in the early years a place for tools, for magical Halloween parties, and general storage. Later, my dad began using it as a place to build custom frames as he started his business. In the side room, he kept loose lithographs, shrink wrap and a few antique finds from auctions.
Behind the dairy barn was a small plot of fruit trees. Two Bradford pears in the back, several peach trees, a few plums and on some years a grapevine. In between though, and resting against the wall was the blue metal box.
I can remember checking on the box one day. From time to time I would check out my curiosity spots around the property. The box held special intrigue as it was just above eye level and I had to get something to stand on to peer in. It had a metal latch which was not locked only crusted shut and needed to be pried open.
As I slowly opened the lid, and began to peer into the deep, my eyes were pounded with the wild fury. A troop of yellow jackets attacked and within seconds my curiosity had been hijacked by buzzes of militant guardians.
The dairy barn was maybe 100 feet behind our back door. It had functioned as such for the Odoms who owned the home before us and now lived about 50 acres to the west through the pasture. For us, it was in the early years a place for tools, for magical Halloween parties, and general storage. Later, my dad began using it as a place to build custom frames as he started his business. In the side room, he kept loose lithographs, shrink wrap and a few antique finds from auctions.
Behind the dairy barn was a small plot of fruit trees. Two Bradford pears in the back, several peach trees, a few plums and on some years a grapevine. In between though, and resting against the wall was the blue metal box.
I can remember checking on the box one day. From time to time I would check out my curiosity spots around the property. The box held special intrigue as it was just above eye level and I had to get something to stand on to peer in. It had a metal latch which was not locked only crusted shut and needed to be pried open.
As I slowly opened the lid, and began to peer into the deep, my eyes were pounded with the wild fury. A troop of yellow jackets attacked and within seconds my curiosity had been hijacked by buzzes of militant guardians.
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