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)