Every once in a while, on a back road, you'll see one of these old corn cribs hanging out in a field, not far from a barn. [The barn in this case was a pile of rubber.....uh....rubble...oops. Typo.]
I think they are charming. [The corncribs, not the typos. Typos are just irritating.]
Charming, I tell you.
I've always wanted one for a gazebo. The guy who lived near where my parents used to live had one and my dad asked him if I could have it [He wasn't doing anything with it] but he said no.
So I still don't have one.
Which is probably a pretty good thing, because I don't know where exactly I'd put it if I had it. But if someone suddenly gave one to me, I bet I could find a place pretty darn quick.
Ya know?
Wouldn't it be all cute with twinkle lights and some chairs with cushions and a table for fizzy water?
And honeysuckle and a clematis or two climbing up the sides?