On my trips back and forth from Sister's Garden, you might catch me driving erratic along the highway and back roads, whipping off the road at a moments notice, for that perfect depiction of Iowa living. I can't help but admire the beauty of the old barns that have been gently maintained through the harsh Northern seasons, careful not to take away the original charm of the buildings.
I'm not totally certain, but I think the quilt on the front of the barns, depict the hundred year status of the farm...I will have to check into that next trip, but how beautiful they are with the summer sun pulling their bright fabric into view.
So many barns are being razed due to impossible insurance rates charged to maintain their structure. So unfair, what it takes these days to preserve our history. I think only in the United States do we have to over-analyze everything to death, to line the pockets of the wealthy corporations at the expense of the hard working Americans. We don't deserve this abuse, but again, corporuption rules...how sad in such a beautiful land.
