The Growlery started out as a farm outbuilding. About twenty years ago it was moved into town onto the lot of my neighbor Duane. He had to move it again because of a building code set-back violation - technically by the plat, his backyard was the front yard. When he moved it he had to cut two feet off the length of it to get it into the location he chose (actually he cut 24" off of one wall and 26" off the facing wall - which I later discovered the hard way when I finished the interior. His choice of locations was also not good. Duane never owned as much property as he thought he had purchased. We had had a few discussions about this over three years and when he sold the house I was forced to be a hard ass about it. Before he could sell the house, he was forced to move the shed one more time because a survey showed that the end of shed was four feet on our property.
A few years later my present neighbor, Christy put an addition on his house. He didn't have room on his lot for the shed so I took possession of it. I moved it to the north edge of my garden. And so began my lifelong project of remodeling a recycled chicken house into a proper Growlery.
Anyway, the windows are probably a hundred years old, they are really small chicken house windows which are completely rotted out. This week I replaced one with a 34" wide x 42" high freebie Anderson window that was in the house next door when it was razed.
The new window went in my south wall rather than the wall facing the lake, because I had been the electrician and I knew the wiring havoc trying to put a bigger window in that wall would have entailed.
Next week I'll try to find time to frame it out with a nice wide sill. And maybe a birdfeeder outside the window?
These pictures were all taken from my desk chair in The Growlery. The window behind the workbench probably will be history. It is really drafty and I need the wall space for tools.
I'm having second thoughts on blocking out the other one. The view out of the small one on the north wall is just too good to wipe out and the cross ventilation is nice in cigar time. I may actually buy a new window, which goes against all of my principles, but sometimes you just have to bite the financial bullet.