Barn on Sunday
A couple of weeks ago the husband said he had a barn just for me. We hopped in the Jeep and drove out to an old farm that sits on a secluded patch of 200 acres. The family still owns the land, but doesn't utilize the barn, or old house, for any true purpose.
It has become a haven for rabbit and bird hunting. After leaving the main road, which is pretty small, you wind down a dirt road and into another world. The only thing you hear is the wind and the few animals scurrying around in the barn.
Linking up with Tom's Barn Collective today.
I listened to this fine lady while composing this post and enjoying a pot of coffee, on an early Sunday morning.