One evening a few years ago Hubs and I went to visit an Amish couple about an hour from our home. I just love driving through Amish communities, it takes me back to a time of simplicity and peace. Clothes hanging on the line, plows being pulled by a team of horses, and little Amish children running lunch pails out to the pasture barefoot with not a care in the world. I long to run barefoot in this crazy busy life.
Finally, after an hour drive, we arrived at their home. A pretty white farmhouse with flowers and plants all around sat invitingly up by the road. As we pulled into the long driveway, I noticed a good sized blueberry patch on the left housed in a sturdy (and straight, ahem) wooden frame. It was neatly manicured and not a single weed could be seen. It was at that moment I knew I was in for a learning experience.
As we continued down the drive we saw a large greenhouse sitting off to the left. Out came a barefoot Amish woman waving hello to us. She told us to park back by the barn next to the pasture. As we got out of the truck up trotted a young goat and a buck ram behind her. The pasture also had sheep, horses and few more goats grazing around. It was a beautiful site for me.
The farmer came out to greet us and began showing us around. I have to stop and tell you just how much I love barns, especially older ones. The character of an old barn is so lovely to me and I enjoy seeing them both inside and out. Most barns are dark and full of clutter and cobwebs. This barn, however, was not one of them.