We decided, as the day was perfect yesterday, to take a country ride to celebrate my birthday. Perhaps look for pretty things to photograph in the clear sunshine and cool light breeze.....hoping to find trees changing color - not many were - and bucolic scenes of North Carolina's farms and barns.
We weren't house-hunting but we were wondering about the history of this beauty......left with it's crumbling wood and peeling paint, not so old icicle lights still dangling from the pretty porch.
Oh my, the stories hidden in those walls, behind the slamming storm doors on Summer days, through wood smoke twirling from the double chimneys through the Winter months. Who made their country home here? Where did they go? If only I could have peeked inside.
...........and me, turning seventy here in the countryside.
Enjoying a simple day, enjoying all the good wishes you,
my dear readers, left in comments, and thankful for
my Bob who brakes and continues to make U-turns when
I yell out........ "please STOP, I want to take a photograph".