Sunday, February 12, 2017

The Barn Collective

About a mile down the road is an old farm. No one lives there right now, but years ago I would see smoke coming out the chimney of the little cinder block outbuilding closer to the road, and sometimes an elderly woman could be seen working in a garden out front. This past summer a car was in the driveway and a woman was doing yard work. I found myself wondering if this had been her childhood home.

I took a picture of the house on Friday afternoon as well as the barn. The snow was deep and fluffy and I imagined a time many years ago when the elderly woman I'd seen tending flowers would have been baking a loaf or two of bread in a cozy kitchen while a cup of tea steeped on the table...

This week though, the kitchen remained silent and cold. There was no aroma of fresh bread, no hot tea steeping, and no humming of the elderly woman. No smoke wafted from the chimney of the cinder block building, and the elderly woman's husband did not stomp the snow off his boots by the back door or come inside for lunch.

Time marches on. Perhaps one day a new family will arrive to inhabit this old farm and make more memories... I can only imagine.

The Barn Collective

5 comments:

  1. Martha, you are making me homesick! Places like this can get your imagination going. Thanks for sharing this wonderful winter scene. Stay warm and stop back again.

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  2. A saga indeed! I hope another family occupies the farm soon. Such memories
    MB

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  3. oh, my, I hate to see a place like this live alone...it needs companionship! Beautiful photos, though.

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  4. That looks like quite a wonderful home. I do hope someone comes to live in it and love it. So many homes/farms like this are in my area.

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  5. Oh your pictures are beautiful!!

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