Here
at the MW Homestead, we feel a little hemmed in, what with the sea of rapeseed all
around. In previous years, the grain crops – or the lack of crop – has not
prevented our moving around the property, but this year the dense growth
confines us to the yard or to the road. Until harvest, we’re unable to hike
around the property.
“I
thought of someplace we could go,” said Mike when it was time for yesterday
afternoon’s walk. As it happened, I had thought of a similar route. So, we
headed down the lane to the draw . . . 
and from the draw we climbed a bank to access
the neighbor’s field.
Then we hiked around the edge of the fields . . .
. . . until we were
back at the road and home by the lane.
4 comments:
That looks like wheat you are walking around. Is it? Around the edges is sure a lot easier than going through. Pictures are great!
I am no identifier of grain, but I think it's wheat. For the most part it was easy to negotiate the edge. Glad you enjoyed the pictures.
Yes, Kathy, one day the old barn will be gone. And one day, we will be gone as well, But thanks to your talent with a camera, your eye for beauty wherever you find it, and your heart for sharing it with others, the old barns will live on in many memories for many years. Thanks.
Hi Richard! Ha-ha! I admit that I didn't give that statement about the barn the depth of thought that you did. In the 15 years I've been trudging the road, the barn has become more and more dilapidated, and one day, I'm going to find it in a heap. Meanwhile, it lends interest to pictures.
My mother liked to call the old homestead cabins in dilapidated state "summer homes." I thought of that because there used to be an old home in disrepair on the opposite corner.
Thank you for your kind words. It's always good to hear from you.
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