Hot Dogs and Marmalade
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Weathered
Walk around the barn with me.
The side facing the road is red, the traditional color of many barns. My mother painted the Peace Dove around 40 years ago on a sheet of plywood. Bud found it in the barn this fall and decided to hang it for the holidays.
The northern side bears remnants of the red. Also a few broken windows.
And a tree with a cool twisty trunk.
The messy back side is a mish-mash of red, green (discolored plywood), and black, where the silo used to stand.
Here is what remains of the old silo — metal bands and wooden staves becoming one with the earth.
The southern side is all gray, discolored in the one corner where a truck cap leaned against it for years.
I think this side is the prettiest.
I took a picture of it during the summer just because I liked the way it looked.
It’s lovely, don’t you think?
Exposure to the elements and weather brings about changes — like the trials in our lives. We end up with some scars and a few broken parts.
But if we lean in, we might find some beauty there.
The remains of the silo- both its impression against the wall and the physical stuff on the ground- strike me especially; nature doesn’t take long to reclaim.
I agree. I love that pic. In one picture you captured history, intrigue, delights of fancy, and a touch of romance. Pretty impressive for one picture, I’d say. congratz. loved it.
Thank you for your kind words. I love that barn.
There is something incredibly appealing about it. It just is!
It is lovely. I thought at first the peace dove was a barn quilt. Thank you for sharing.
It DOES look like a barn quilt, now that you mention it. I like that.
It is a wonderful heirloom piece from your mom. 🙂