Rounding a bend in the country road and laying eyes on a still-standing farm-yard of old buildings could make me feel wistful and melancholy, if I let it. On this cheerful autumn day happiness abounds. Let’s call the scene a ‘vintage find’. This one whispers of stories held within her walls and rafters. I’d better not get too close.
It reminds me of the Artichoke township home that I spent my first two years of country life in. I have many stored,very clear, visions of life in that sweet old house. As I spoke of them, during my growing-up years, Mother would smile and insist, “You can’t possibly remember that house. You were only a baby.”
Can’t resist it. . . .the lure of the old, so charming, farm-yard of a day gone by, windmill standing watch.