I remember our old barn. Going down and sitting alone inside. I remember the smell of the sweet cow feed and the musty-dung dirt floor. I wish I had a old barn of
my own. I think this photo is Fleta's...I am sure she will tell me if it is. Well, it could be Erin's...she will tell me too. They are just alike.
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That's what I call a picture perfect scene!
I hope you got my e-mail and I hope you will continue to post a sky picture and visit whoever you can. I agree that the Norwegians are fun to visit.
I'll be gone for a few weeks and Tom Wiggly in the UK will be hosting it while I'm gone. I'll be telling this on my blog tonight.
This is the barn in the middle of Cecil Meek's field taken from the 'Snow' side of the Meek hill as you go to Coin. My house and Clayton's house are hidden behind the brown trees beyond and to the left of the barn.
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Reading this I had an olfactory flashback to the barns and the other outbuildings on my grandparents' farm. I spent lots of time in all of them, and they all smelled distinctly interesting. Oh, those were the days.
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