The most challenging part of building anything?
Probably dealing with the client.
When my Daddo got his terminal diagnosis, he wanted to be sure before going that my sister and I knew how to use his garage full of carpentry gear.
Knowing how much morphine he was taking, we might have been a little reluctant to embrace the idea. Until my sister had the brainstorm of working very small.
We started projects with him in one-inch-to-one-foot-scale miniature.
My sister and Daddo finished Nana's Hat Shop pretty handily. The neat little blue shop has glass fronted cabinets full of wee pairs of gloves, marvelous tiny chiffon chapeau, proportionate wall-paper.
At one point, when I had decided to scoot the dormer windows of the cottage a fraction closer together, Daddo looked at me and said, "You're going to make a contractor tear out his hair."
Not exactly a life goal, but...
I like to think I know my mind, but the thing is, it's hard to visualize construction until it's up...
We returned to the Would-Be Farm in June and were not disappointed to see progress.
The trusty stone-quarry guy had installed a nice gravel driveway right up to the build, including culverts and a sweet level parking area that will be ideal for our friends with motorhomes.
And by the beard of mighty Hephaestus himself, the contractor and his gang were busily putting in trusses.