Sometimes on my way home from work, I like to take the scenic route, ie, the backroads. I get off the pavement, and take a slower route home. There’s more to see, like this house.
I like to imagine a family living here, relaxing on that wrap-around porch to catch the evening breeze after a long day of farm work. And I think about how much pride the woman of the house must have taken when she would clean her windows.
No one visits the outhouse now.
No one does any work in the old barn or silo either.
All is quiet.
Up the road and around the corner is another barn.
There would have been a house here too, but it is long gone. I love this barn. It is one of my favorites, although I can’t tell you why.
I look at it from every angle as I pass it by.
We finally had a break in the heatwave yesterday afternoon. We got a quarter inch of rain- not much, but it’s a start. As the sun set, it lit the departing clouds and illuminated the freshly washed earth. And there was a golden light over all.