Stories Worth Telling: Tell Yours.
Posted: July 27, 2016 by: asiadmin
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In a small town called Montpelier, Ohio, lies a 23-acre piece of land. Its rolling prairies are covered with trees, and the lengthy grass sways to the rhythm of each passing season. White-tailed deer and red cardinals thrive on the renourished land, never seeking nor expecting, just knowing nature will never fail. It was a lovely thing, and the family thought the same ‒ so they made it their home.

 

Slashing the grasslands, but keeping the trees, the family added an A-Frame Vertical Metal Lean garage with a Roll-up and Walk-in door about a mile down from the county road. The Evergreen panels camouflaged well with the vegetation surrounding it. Inside they implanted wooden stalls for the horses and german shepherd. On the left, they added another panel parallel to the wall with doors on each side of another sheet perpendicularly installed in the center, creating two storage rooms. Fishing poles, tools, hoses, leaf blowers, and repellents were kept in one. The other huffed a puff of air every time the door was swung open, carrying a fruity scent mixed with leather. Saddles, apple wafers, blankets, and other animal care were stored in that room.

 

There was another room next to the storages ‒ except it wasn’t enclosed. Two plastic drums filled with dry dog food and horse supplement rested inside. Near the corner, slices of freshly cut straw from the home’s prosperous grasslands were piled neatly. The sink installed next to the rooms had an electric wood and meat cutter attached to its counter. A Kubota and a Kawasaki were stationed in the center of the unit where they could easily be taken out by pulling up the Roll-Up door.

 

The Lean-To attached to the carport had racks and hooks attached on each side. A wheelbarrow and four bikes hung on the racks, while the shovels dangled in between the hooks. An aqua-blue motorboat, a black motorcycle, and a yellow tractor were kept inside. From the top swayed a deer hanging scale where the men gathered after a successful night.

 

A few acres to the right stood yet another unit, except it was much smaller. What made it different was the way it was designed ‒ it was a tall carport enclosed with iron wire fence. Five beagles happily barked and jumped as their droppings filtered through the fenced base to keep a clean space. The doors were opened when they were ready to be taken out into the woods; they would jump out, ready to use their adrenaline.

 

In front of these carports, one could see a slight hill, where a two-story home stood. The base porch had a rocking bench protected by an open Standard Roof Vertical carport. During thunderstorms, rainfall steadily bounced on the metal roof until they eventually find their way to the water pipes installed in each corner. Zooming out of the home, hundreds of peach trees outlined the piece of land. Every season, they got a little thicker, and every year they sloped downward as the peaches grew bigger and juicier.

 

In the midst of the woods, behind the home and buildings, were sprawled Hunting Blinds within property lines. They stood tall and strong despite the constant climbing during every season. The window panes, which allowed for a 360° view, were low enough to feel the gentle breeze, but high enough to hide from trophies.

 

The cardinals continued to chirp around the land, and the deer would occasionally take off through the prairie. Winters were frosty but tense, summers were nourishing and windy, springs were long yet filled with the strongest of storms. Sleet would scrape off the paint from the porch, the trampoline would get blown over by winds, the trees would become parallel to the ground, the pavement would melt with the heat, but one thing did not budge.

 

The metal carports remained strong and still.

 

Nature’s pulling and pushing forces had little to no effect on these units. Perhaps it was the anatomy ‒ the way the braces and anchors were placed. Whatever the reason, it was a good thing. The Evergreen coat remained, and though the family moved down south like the seasons, the carports knew where they belonged.

 

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