Winter doesn’t just impact roads and heating bills—it affects the performance and longevity of post-frame buildings, too. Snow buildup, freezing temperatures, and excess moisture can lead to hidden structural issues over time. Without the right design features and seasonal maintenance, minor winter-related issues can escalate into costly repairs. This article explains how cold weather affects
Howdy folks, Glen Blamstead here. It’s officially a new year, which, according to the calendar, means I’m supposed to be refreshed, reformed, and ready to stop doing all the dumb things I did last year. Unfortunately, according to my joints and my memory, I am still very much the same person who walked into December
Imagine a sanctuary just steps from your home, where creativity and relaxation come together in perfect harmony. Welcome to the world of she sheds, where your backyard transforms into a personal retreat tailored entirely to you. From reinventing an old garden shed to starting fresh with a brand-new structure, designing your dream she shed opens
The Annual Tradition of Tangled Chaos (As Told by Yours Truly, Glen) Every year as Christmas approaches, I — Glen, lifelong defender of sanity and pole buildings — perform a ritual that is equal parts festive tradition and psychological endurance test. I drag out the battered cardboard box labeled LIGHTS, MAYBE WORKING? and prepare to
Howdy folks — Glenn Blamstead reporting for duty, coffee mug in hand and a little too much frost on my beard this morning. I’ve been putting up barns long enough to know a few things about snow, common sense, and human behavior — and let me tell you, those three don’t always shake hands. Last
Hey there, it’s Glenn Blamstead again, the guy who’s been building pole barns for Sherman Pole Buildings longer than some of you have been able to legally buy beer. I still live out here on the edge of Mora where the cell service drops out right when you’re trying to call in a pizza order.
Image Attribution Michael Barera, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Howdy, folks. Glenn Blamstead here, still kickin’ despite what the cholesterol charts say. My doctor took one look at my bloodwork and said, “Glenn, you keep eating like a teenager and driving like a maniac, you’re gonna need a cardiologist on speed dial.” I told
Howdy, folks. If you've been trailing along on these chronicles of mine—like that time I tried to outwit a muskrat at the county fair and ended up looking like I'd lost a bet with a beehive—you know I'm Glenn Blamstead, purveyor of pole barns and perpetrator of puns that could buckle a load-bearing beam. Here
Howdy, folks—grab a stool or a stump, and let's chew the fat on something that's been bugging me like a chigger in a chambray shirt. It's Glenn Blamstead here, your go-to guy for pole barns that stand tall and stories that sag a bit under their own weight. If you've tagged along on my trail
Well, howdy and hello to all you fine folks nursing your morning coffee or evening cocoa. It's me, Glenn Blamstead, your friendly neighborhood fool with a mustache that looks like it lost a bet with a caterpillar. If you've stuck with my stories so far—from the pie-in-the-face disaster at the Mora Muskrat Festival to the
