Sunday, October 18, 2009

The Big Red Barn



By the big red barn
In the great green field,
There was a pink pig
Who was learning to squeal.

There were horses and sheep and goats and geese--and a jaunty old scarecrow leaning on his hoe. And they all lived together by the big red barn. By Margaret Wise Brown

We had a beautiful Fall day in middle Tennessee, the sky was a gorgeous blue and the foliage just glowed. I could not resist stopping to photograph this barn....it was just calling me. The cows were curious and had to look at the crazy lady taking pictures with her I-phone and then they just ran off. Hope you had a great day too!

7 comments:

  1. I have always loved barns....they are eternal to me, so strong , and shelter. They are timeless. Thank you for your visits Judy and sharing this picture...just beautiful!!

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  2. I have a thing about our pieces of Americana ... this barn is gorgeous. I love to just drive up & down the roads taking pics of them. The poem is perfect.
    Have a lovely week. TTFN ~Marydon

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  3. beautiful... this time of year seems ephemeral... and i too share that love of barns... they seem to hark to a simpler way of life, a simpler time... although the physical labor involved in running a farm is daunting! thanks for the pics...

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  4. I love the old barns. This one looks really old. I'm glad to see it's taken care of, they are disappearing.

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  5. I do so miss the mountains and the beautiful foliage during the fall. Couple that with a gorgeous red barn..can't get any better than that! I can't believe you got these pictures with you I-phone...so clear! Where have I been???

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  6. Man, you make me want to come and visit Nashville. Oh, how I miss it. Lovely pictures!

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  7. Hello
    Thank you for stopping in and saying hello, it is so nice to meet you.
    Love your post on the red barn...One of the things I so enjoyed on my trip to CO was the NE corn fields with all the farms dotting the land. Nothing like harvest time in the midwest.
    Blessings to you
    Rebecca

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