I loved being at the barn this afternoon. So I just started snapping pictures. I think I will do this each season.
The barn is my great place.
Quiet, interesting odors, and sounds. I love watching the animals, and caring for them,
I hardly ever speak when I am with the animals. It's amazing how well animals read subtle body language. How a certain sequenced whistle, a hand gesture and the snap of fingers can send them off on a perimeter check (dogs).
You don't need to speak.
Animals are intuitive, and my soul feeds off this.
Anyway, I find the barn dusty, primitive, filled with the wonder of childhood dreams, the smell of hay, the act of personal sustainability, and the intimate care of your food source.
Our barn in pictures:
Did you see the specialness?