tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212581401252445388.post7754427291227538170..comments2023-12-17T05:05:54.976-06:00Comments on Cranberry Morning: Wisconsin Barn - Farm VisitCranberry Morninghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10758563068581561194noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212581401252445388.post-18822190693637841502010-04-26T20:48:15.394-05:002010-04-26T20:48:15.394-05:00Thanks, Deb. I have fond memories of using a rope ...Thanks, Deb. I have fond memories of using a rope to swing from one side of the haymow to the other. And mentioning the kittens reminded me of how many times we found batches of new kittens in the hay! To this day, I love the smell of the animals when you go in a barn. True, I don't love that 'fragrance' lingering on my clothes, but while I'm in the barn, the smell of the hay, the animals, the lime, etc. is awesome!Cranberry Morninghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10758563068581561194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3212581401252445388.post-25557135103820815452010-04-26T07:23:23.234-05:002010-04-26T07:23:23.234-05:00What a lovely post today. I love it and all the wo...What a lovely post today. I love it and all the wonderful photos...especially the shot out the back door. I didn't grow up on a farm but for a couple of years we lived on a turkey farm when I was 5 years old. These are the happiest memories from childhood. I used to love to visit my Aunt Ruby Forehand on her farm and play in the hay mow with the kittens. As an adult one of my favorite places to visit is my friend Sandy's farm and my grand-daughter definitely loves it there. :)Deborahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07794072649364421175noreply@blogger.com