Old Barns

Sometimes on Sunday afternoons after church my husband and I just take a ride down a road we haven't explored before. We look at the old barns, the farms that are sitting vacant and lament the passing of an era. We also take great pleasure in all the wild flowers that are blooming.

We thought this barn had such personality. The rusted tin roof and the cupola on top made a wonderful picture.

I guess I particularly love old barns because that is where I spent lots of my childhood following my grandfather while he did the chores. I was allowed to give a bottle to the bum lambs and the calves who's mothers wouldn't nurse them.

Soon the trees and vines will over take this old barn and it will no longer exist.
I am sad when I see all the old barns disused, over taken by vines and falling down. I would like to take them all home and rebuild them.

This barn looked like it had a cross on top but when viewed from the side it was actually a lightening rod.

From this angle you can see the three rods attached to the barn.

This old building remindedme of the one my grandfather used to keep all the saddles and harnesses in on the ranch. In the winter when there was snow on the ground and he couldn't work he would build a fire and sit and repair all the leather on the ranch.

Beside the road Black eyed Susan were growing in profusion. These were growing along a creek bed that was almost dry.
The fields were a mass of yellow. So much beauty and so peaceful. It was a lovely Sunday. I hope you enjoyed your Sunday drive with me. I not sure that many people take Sunday drives anymore but I think maybe they should be revived. They soothe the soul.