In the heart of farm country, a barn stands proudly against the horizon. This timeless symbol of rural life, with its faded paint, tells stories of seasons past. Useful for farmers, fun for climbing on hay bales and playing pretend on the tractors and wagons parked inside.
Nearby, rows of corn stretch toward the sky, their vibrant green leaves rustling in the breeze reminds me of my younger days playing hide-and-seek in the tall stalks, and the quiet stress-free days of summer.
Happy Sunday!
Beautiful blog
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ReplyDeleteBeautiful barns and settings!
ReplyDelete...some barns disappear when the corn's as high as an elephants eye.
ReplyDeleteYour description beautifully captures both the nostalgia and the enduring charm of country life, where simple moments become lasting memories
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, Betty! Happy Sunday and Happy Labour Day to you!
ReplyDeleteI l❤️VE IT! I remember days of farmland dreaming in the shadows of a barn, at my grandparents, too. My maternal grandparents passed on, as did their son; the Dad's elder daughter bought the farm! I still am able to see this barn that is heading southward.
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