There is an old barn about a mile from my house, I’ve been anxious to explore it but never found the time. Until last week! I had to go early, while the weather was cool, since it is almost covered in beautiful blackberry bushes and I have zero desire to be snake bit. Also, I was kinda, sorta, maybe trespassing just a LITTLE bit. I see “No trespassing” signs and want to go all Pocahontas on them “You think you own whatever land you land on, the earth is just a dead thing you can claim! But I know every rock and tree and creature, has a life, has a spirit, has a name!!!!!” I bet they can’t paint with all the colors of the wind either. Although honestly, I don’t want people wandering around my place, hypocritical, I know. But that’s another post.
As I was wading thru knee-high, dew-damp grass to get to the barn I found another barn! Completely invisible from the road.
The roof was missing on one side but everything else was still there as far as I could tell.
Just sitting there, waiting on a human, a cow, anything to put it back into use.
I sat in the doorway a few minutes, just to kinda say “Hi Barn, you aren’t forgotten”
Even though, in reality, it has been forgotten. Until now.
Next to it I found some old cattle working pens. Once upon a time there were a lot of dairies around here, I’m sure this was one of them.
Now, quite hidden and shaded by giant pine trees.
I went on in search of the barn I was actually looking for.
Seeing a giant blackberry crop as I went along! I had immediate visions of jelly, syrup and possibly wine in my future. (Yes, I know I’d be trespassing again but the deer and birds can’t eat them ALL before they go to waste, believe me!)
Oh look, a roof!
Much larger than the previous barn.
I crept inside the southern side first…….
Shocked at how well everything was in tact. The hay racks, feed troughs, all looked good enough to use with a few minor repairs!
The doors all swung open and shut effortlessly and with nary a squeak.
I’d like to see someone build them that way now. Ha.
Nosey thought I was a nut. She stayed outside.
I mean, look at this set-up! I can’t get over it.
I wandered into the middle of the barn next, it was a bit more shabby but only because there was hay left on the wooden floors.
I love open windows.