There was a thought that had to get out, so 40 feet in the air with the rain falling, waiting on parts to finish the scaffold, I let it escape.
When I was younger by many years now, I used to love heading for one of these old barns just before a storm. I would sit in the loft next to the window and just watch it rain, the few drops that would find it’s way through the holes in the roof never bothered me as I lay on the old hay and day dream.
These days most of them are gone. Torn down for more tillable land or just fallen in and burned in the pile that was left.
My replacement must be the hunting blind I sit in rain or shine, watching squirrels mate while waiting on the elusive white tail to wander by close enough to harvest.
I use to love being in our old camp and listening to the rain on the roof....... There are a lot of old barns that have fallen.... but then a lot of the old generation died off, and the younger have headed for greener pastures.....
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DeleteI do so love your writing about the simple things in life.... it's comforting
ReplyDeleteI got caught in a deluge once and the only place close was a neighbors basement garage entryway...just enough room to keep out of the rain but a great view of the sky, lightning, and yon field...
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