The Barn Collective

Pretty much left to the elements. Once upon a time I used to see an old woman out tending the yard and, on cold winter days, smoke would waft in a little, white cloud from the chimney of the little, stone building. I can only imagine what it was like fifty to a hundred years ago...

I'm not likely to pass this way often once James closes on our house, but curiosity will occasionally call me down this road. I already know that, and I already miss spring in the apple orchard.

Our days on Shepherd Road will forever be a cherished memory.

The Barn Collective