Life on the farm has been good the last couple of weeks, and I will say we never feel alone. It had crossed my mind that I was moving from a highly populated city to wide open spaces, but I can’t say I’ve felt stranded. At any given moment, whether I’m walking up to the barn where my car is parked to run errands, watching Bailey sprint from the chicken coop to the shop, or picking up debris left from the latest snow, I can always count on the sound of “mooooooo” to be there as my new soundtrack. [...]
All I hear is crickets. Some nights it’s not so bad, like when the evil cricket that chirps loudly, consistently and directly outside my window takes the day off to toy with me, but other nights like tonight leave me up wondering, why me. Yes I’ve banged on my windows, scolded them and even let the dog out in search of them…yes I’ve tried all that already. So tonight I gave in and decided to stay up past my usual curfew to wait out the chirping and work on some photos.
Here’s one that holds some special memories. The hole in the wood is only a few feet off the ground, low enough for my younger self to peer through. The milk barn on the other side has a broken window, a scrub brush for cleaning shoes among many other things, and a green hose and faucet for washing off, filling the cat’s water dish, soaking your older brother and of course drinking.
So I guess I have to say thanks to the crickets in my ear tonight because I enjoyed finding this photo!
I also have another version of this photo below…I’m wondering which do you prefer?