My wife and I visited my mother today. She lives in the home where I grew up. During the course of our visit we walked out into the back yard. It seemed smaller than I remember it, but familiar non the less.

During my time at home my dad put up the small metal shed seen on the right. Sometime after I left home he had the larger shed built.

Dad passed away several weeks ago but the two generations of sheds in the back yard are a gentle reminder of his presence.