My dad's old barn....

I remember sitting on the steps to this old barn and cracking walnuts and picking the nuts out with a nail and eating them as I went when I was a little girl....

Here is his wood pile all stacked and ready for the winter. Wow!

I am afraid of heights and even though our old barn isn't all that tall, I could never go up and see what the loft looked like cause I was too chicken to climb the ladder.
Did I ever tell you how much I enjoy old barns? Probably so. Anyway....
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