A Fine, Old Face
Would you believe me if I told you that it has been warm enough to have the top off of the Jeep? Sure enough and a drive through hills and hollers was the perfect activity for one of those days. We drove through a part of our county that goes deep into the land, with no way out, except to turn around and go back the way you came - hence it is called a holler.
Several of the roads I remember, but a few did not ring any bells. We made a left turn down a small, residential/farming road and here sat this beauty. A spot of gingerbread trim remains at the top of the roof line, obscured by some tree limbs. The original tin roof tiles also remain. The front porch has fallen down, but you can see its tin tiles in the front door heap. Here we have those mysterious, two front doors and slight askew, I think.
You can see a small bit of a red barn on the right of this photo. A farming operation was in full swing when we passed by, with plenty of farmers and tractors in action.
If you were to sit on that old front porch, this would be your view. Even in the dreariest of seasons, this is a beautiful scene.
"The simple hearth of the small farm is the true center of our universe."
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