You know how you’re driving along in the country and you see a farm with cows or horses and a beautiful farm house and they have a red barn, acreage and a silo? I think about the pie that’s being baked with the fresh eggs from their chickens. I think about the large country kitchen where mom is baking that pie. Blueberry, of course. I think about the family barbecues on Sunday afternoons when the whole family comes home. I think that while they are there, all the sons will help dad with a construction project and the great lunch that’ll be prepared for them when they take a break. And, I think about how long the barn has been there, who built it? what’s in it? old cars? animals? garden stuff? I like barns. Some are falling apart, some have animals and some are abandoned. They tell a story without a book.
This weekend, as the snow was starting to melt, we went for a drive. It was a “warmer” 30 degree, sunny day. This just seemed like the perfect day to take some pictures of the nearby red barns.