Summer is finally here in Maine. We're actually hitting the 80s. The great thing about living here is that it still goes into the 60s an night = great sleeping!!
We have a large barn- three storeis, 158 feet long. And that's not counting the mikling parlor. It is a money pit. It leans. It needs a new roof. I really have no idea how we'll ever afford to do it. But, if we don't the barn will continue to deteriotate. Hopefully something will come through... maybe a grant. Maybe an act of God.
Milking parlor to the left, part of the front of the barn.
Anyway, I'd like to have a barn sale here some day. Can't you just picture it? Furniture and junk and food and clothes and every little thing you can think of.
We have open stalls
and closed stalls.
The ponies live here, so technically these probably wouldn't work!
We have three stalls like this that are filled with junk, and one is full of old windows.
Apples for picking and goats for petting (ok, not really, the one bites... but you get the picture.)
This is an old tub up by the orchard. You can see an apple tree in the background.
Chickens to feed.
Two of these- the speckled ones- are roos! darn.
Fields to wander and flowers to pick.
Would you come?