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I used to drive a tractor like this when I raked hay....that is when I was the city girl, just married to the farmer ♥

I drove a Tractor just like this one when i was a kid, many years ago. Old farm gal.

Hay bales and barns, Massachusetts by Photographic Poetry

I'm trying to tell something about empty farm fields broken by fall and the half-light of sun cafes in town with only a gas station, church and bar I'm trying to say something about loneliness about the crack of pale yellow cornstalks in the middle of September in Minnestoa. - Natalie Goldberg

I can smell the dusty, wonderful aroma of a hay barn by just looking at the picture. Once ingrained in your senses during childhood, it never leaves you. Thank goodness!

We had a corral like this with a wooden fence, old wooden buildings... the cows were either in the corral or in the field. When we were younger our cousins came over and we had a little rodeo where the rode the bigger calves and all chased after a greased pig. We also had a couple horses which everyone who came to our place liked to ride.

This reminds me of the small lane that went down to Mrs. Woodcock and Miss Minney's house off of Griffis Loop.

Autumns gloriously brilliant colors illuminates the countryside with a magical sense that all is right with the world. Add the barn and the grazing horse and one sees the perfection of America's farm land.

Old Mills hold a special place in my heart~My Husband and I were married at Deep River State Park next to that Mill in NW Indiana~where I went as a child with my Mom. ♥