I’m in love with a red barn.
It’s on our ranch in McCall, Idaho, and filled with family history and vehicles in various stages of repair. You can see a few shots of the inside of the barn in my post about windows into the past (here).
The Idaho barn isn’t the first barn I fell in love with. My heart still remembers the one on the farm I grew up on in New Hampshire.
If a farmer fills his barn with grain, he gets mice. If he leaves it empty, he gets actors. Walter Scott
In my case the above quote is true! Although we kept horses on the ground floor of the barn, I turned the empty top floor into a theatre when I was 10. The barn delighted me… my brothers and I had adventures in the empty middle stories; we performed plays on the stage we built at the top; and from below, the sweet smells of hay and horses intoxicated me.
The Idaho red barn holds a different magic for me.
It whispers to me of adventures from the past and adventures yet to be. It holds the motorcycle we cruise to far places on. It provides my husband with years of fun ahead of him just puttering. And it reminds me of the rural life I love so much, begun those many years ago in the mountains of New Hampshire.As always I welcome your comments on this or any other part of my blog.