Madonna of the Barn

 The fact that we even have  barns cracks me up.

We are not rural folk by any stretch of the imagination,

although the Mr. sometimes fancies himself to be.

I fancy myself 10 pounds thinner,
so it all evens out.

 We have three long, rectangular chicken-type barns,

although one of them looks to have harbored goats in another lifetime.

The barn closest to the road has been dubbed the "wasp and cat poop barn",

as it has produced a never ending stream of pesky wasps all Summer long,

and a feral cat seems to like to make her "deposits" inside.

One day, with a lot of patience and elbow grease, this will

be the future Man Cave.

 Our middle barn is actually a semi-gutted barn which serves as

a three-car garage.

Outside of this barn is where my beautiful barn Madonna resides,
alongside an assortment of rusty old farm implements and fire wood.

She just "fits" out here, her delicately weathered patina

blending seamlessly alongside her rustic companions.

 Our third barn is also the infamous storage barn y'all have been

given glimpses inside of in posts past.

Truth be told, it's the mother of all storage units, and I'm still

holding out hope that a barn sale of some sort can take place here,

perhaps next Spring. 

I had hoped to do this in the Fall, like now

but then...well, readers of this blog know what happened.

Is she not lovely?

She gets more and more beautiful with age.

Speaking of...

not the beautiful part, but the age thing.

I endured celebrated another birthday yesterday, and to all those 

amazing Facebook friends who wished me a happy one, thank you!

And to all of you lovely folk who still
operate under the misconception that

I'm much more of a Spring chicken than I actually am,

far be it from me to burst your bubble.  ;-)

Off to face the day.

Hopes yours is blessed and joyful!