In my estimation, nothing constructed by human
hands is more winsome and delightful than an old barn. Old barns--especially red ones with gambrels--just seem to age more gracefully than houses, schools, and
storefronts. I’m fascinated by the tales that old barns could tell, if only
they could speak.
If old barns weren’t so cumbersome, I’d collect
them like some folks collect period furnishings, vintage jewelry, or antique
housewares. As it is, I can only amass painted, photographed, glazed, quilted, or stitched images of
old barns. (It's a wonder that I didn't name my son Barnabas.)
Sugar and the goats are staying on a ranch which
boasts this beautiful, century-old barn. I hope to learn—and pass along—some of
its stories!
“…Though the sheep pens
are sheepless and the cattle barns empty, I’m singing joyful praise to God.”
–HABAKKUK 3:17 (MSG)
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