My Love Of Barns

002-1 final editWhen I was a young girl we moved to The Farm.   It was the most beautiful place my eyes had yet seen.   The red barn sat on a hill opposite the white house also sitting on an incline.   And outside any window were horizons as far as my eyes could see.   But the red barn became a focal point of all life lived on The Farm.   It was the beginning of the family’s day and the ending of it.   It was the home of cows and calves and for some years,  horses.   The animals lived on the main floor and their food was thrown down from the upper floor.   The smell of the place was warm always to the girl that I was.   And the upper floor,  with some boards always missing,  was home to the cats who kept the place free of those who would feast on grains and grow fat.   Barns became a favorite haunt of mine.    I looked for them when I was traveling somewhere well into my years.   By the condition of the barn one could gather what the financial state of the farm was.   How well the families were doing or how poorly.   It was the last place to get paint because of the priorities of everything else.   Hay and grain first for the animals,  health care and fences for them and upkeep of everything else which the Inspectors would mark off if your monies depended on outside buyers of your production.   Not an easy life but a vastly rewarding one.   My most influential years of my life;  they critically laid the groundwork for all my years to follow.  I am forever grateful.  My love of barns and farms has continued to this day.
This wall hanging is now for sale for $200.00.   The dimensions are 18″ wide by 27″ long.   Paypal is accepted.

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