We were both working away on Sunday when it started to rain. Well, that put a damper on things, we ran to put hammers, chisels, shovels and trowels away and then stood in the barn watching the water drip off the roof. Carl said, "Do you want to go for a ride?"
"I'm way ahead of you," I said as I ran for the house to get cleaned up.
Since the rain was coming from the west, we decided to drive right into it and get to the other side since the storm wasn't supposed to be all that long-lived. After about thirty miles, we were through the rain and back into brilliant sunshine. Going on these rides has been one or our favorite things to do ever since we first met, well, ok, I should say since we both got our driver's licenses, since we weren't old enough to drive when we first met. (Gads, we've been together a long time.)
I love old barns and farmsteads and even Carl has come to appreciate them over the years despite not being raised a farm kid. I usually take pictures out of the car windows, not the best photos in the world, but we do enjoy looking back at all the things of interest and beauty seen on our little afternoon jaunts.
One of our favorites is this barn:
Our Barn I wish I'd thought to take more pictures of our farm back in the day, but you know how it is, especially when you're young, you think you have plenty of time to take photos. And why should anyone take pictures of the things you see every day? But the sad part is, now I wish I had pictures of the inside of our long-gone barn, the haymow, the stanchions, the cows, silos, machinery, tractors we once had, heck, all of it, for remembrance. It's gone now.
When I was younger, I'd taken hundreds of pictures of places we had visited and they are very nice to remember the trip, but I should have been taking pictures of the every day things I lived with, the things I treasured, the people and places I loved. I'm not as camera shy anymore, not because I look great, but because I figure it's only downhill from here on out; like many of the barns around here, without a new roof or a facelift, I might just fall down in a heap, too, so best to remember me the way I am, before it's too late. Ha.
2. A little hill with trees
3. Cows (Ok, so I don't get in trouble with any purists lurking amongst us, 'cows' are not the right term for this herd. They look to be steers or beef cattle, not dairy cattle, but still, they are of the bovine persuasion and therefore part of Karen's Favorite Things.)
(And you thought people gave you blank looks when you told them you were a Blogger??) Carl will tell people we meet, "Karen is a Blogger," and some of them don't know if they should congratulate me or step back in case it's contagious. My dear mother still pauses when I tell her I wrote another blog post. "Oh, you're still doing....that? What's a 'blog' again?"
Redgranite, WI. We don't get here very often, but when we do, it is always a treat. This is a gorgeous quarry right in town and very pretty, I can only imagine how beautiful it must have been a few weeks ago before the trees passed their autumn peak. But there was still some leaves to appreciate anyway.
And Joel found the geocaching to be fine, too.
They aren't granite, but they're ok.
|Stone wall at the abandoned quarry|
Ok, I'll stop coveting my neighoring county's rocks now. I will.