We wait. We wait for blue skies and 20 ft. sunflowers by the barn. We wait. Meanwhile...take a summer country ride with me. I'm sure Mel can identify every one of these charming barns as we ride.
Each one of these barns are within 10 miles of my home.
I love this old log barn and will stop someday and ask for a tour of her bones.
Each barn has it's own charm and purpose.
It's sadly apparent, which ones are no longer used for it's original purpose, but still functional.
A hint, this one is still farmed daily, and well kept...I once harvested arms full of grapevine for wreaths from the farm above.
Only one of these barns is not in my immediate neighborhood, but it isn't the one above.
This one is well known, as is the one below.
OK, so this is not a barn, but I thought you'd like to see an original log home from centuries ago. It's also a landmark...Mel drives by it all the time.
As much as what I love old barns, there's a real kinship with my very own barn. It has had a facelift since this last picture but is need of a deep cleaning. The loft holds lumber for projects, outdoor Christmas decor, summer patio furnishings, antiques in need of some love, tires, toys, oh my...the lower level is full of ' big boy toys ' like 4-wheelers, snowmobiles, carts, storage cabinets, etc, and no hope of ever being used as an intended animal housing again.
We will continue to keep her serviceable, but for now....
I'm dreaming again of my green lawn that's still under 3 ft. of snow and that's with the melt down that's been going on.
Have a great week everyone.
God's so good.
