By the big red barn in the great green field,
there was a pink pig who was learning to squeal.
There was a great big horse and a very little horse,
and on every barn is a weather vein, of course -- a golden flying horse.
~ The Big Red Barn by Margaret Wise Brown
When we first laid eyed on this little farm a year and a half ago (how time does fly), the first thing we all said was the barns must be red. I mean... blue? Really? And no exes on the doors? Come now. We're going for storybook here, people.
At last, we took advantage of these abnormally sunny days before the first storm and painted. We needed a big red barn.
And, as you can see, we ran out of white paint just a little too soon, leaving part of the trim (that I try not to fixate on) and the hitching posts to the right, that old blue. It'll have to stay that way until after the rains, I'm afraid. But oh what a happy sight to behold a mostly red barn!
And a little red chicken coop...
And a red horse barn (that will need another coat).
Red, red, red.
There might not be a big pink pig or a great big horse or a very little horse (yet), but we are getting there. We have red barns now, and somehow it makes us feel like more established farmers. It's amazing what a color change can do to a place and how it effects our sentiments, you know?
I'm sharing this at Farm Girl Friday, Barn Hop, Gratituesday.
I'm sharing this at Farm Girl Friday, Barn Hop, Gratituesday.