A hastily taken picture about a half mile down the road. Maples are so dramatic, aren't they. They blush at the first sign of fall.
After I picked up a few necessities in town, I had about a half hour to spare before Calvin was done with football practice. So I drove around a little, and came upon this old barn. I am sure I have posted about it once before, but I cannot find it tonight. Anyway, it is still there, although I do not know for how long. Once it must have been an exciting thing, to build such a fine structure for the dairy herd you worked so hard to build. Somewhere along the line, expenses and farm programs did away with that dream.
Such a wonderful old barn-
ReplyDeleteIt must have been magnificent in its day.
Was there a big house that went with it ? A nice barn like that deserved a really nice house . I love these old barns too . We can only imagine what life was like back then . Beautiful maples also Deb . I always enjoy reading your blog !
ReplyDeleteOoooo... your maples are already turning... beautiful! I always see old barns and wonder... if walls could only talk. :c)
ReplyDeleteOh, man! I miss the northcountry maples turning! And the tamaracks.
ReplyDeleteNot much color happening here.
That barn is pretty impressive! Shame if it crumbles.
ReplyDeleteI love the subtle colors of early autumn.. and what stories those old barns could tell!
ReplyDeleteI was surprised at how much fall color there was in Wisconsin over the weekend. I'm sure ready for it!
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