In the Neighborhood

 

Neighbor Bill's Barn on an August evening. 

This barn is directly across from the end of our driveway. I remember when we moved here 20 years ago. Someone commented that it was such an eyesore. I'm so glad no one tore it down. I've always thought it was beautiful, especially in the evening light.

The huge round bales across the road from our house,
next to Neighbor Bill's barn.

The neighbor girls

A bird house at the edge of the corn field

 Angela, visiting the neighbor kids

More of those cute kids
'The grass is always greener...'

While we were visiting the goats, the Amish man who owns them came walking along the road to the goat pen, thinking that perhaps we had stopped because one of his goats was stuck in the fence. It wasn't. During the course of the conversation, he said we could get baby goats from him. Oh, how I would love to raise goats! I think.  

Wouldn't Bridger love to herd them!  Just kidding.

 We have a pen that would work great for little goats!

While we were visiting with the Amish man, his two little girls came along the road, pushing an old non-powered reel lawn mower, and stood, watching us. What a perfect opportunity to practice self-restraint and not take that perfect shot of those cute little girls in their dark dresses, aprons, and bonnets. So you see, despite someone-who-will-remain-nameless' assertions to the contrary, my EQ is improving. :-)

 Yes, it's just an old post at the edge of the field.

Look at all the barbed wire wrapped around that poor thing!

Wildflowers in the ditches

Last, but not least, a little roadkill
Why? Because it was there, and I had my camera with me.
I think this squirrel is a cousin to those that sit on my bird feeder and make faces at me through the window!

As September and October roll around, I'll be posting more neighborhood pics. There's nothing like the beauty of the NW Wisconsin countryside in the fall. I love visiting the Big City from time to time, but the countryside - rolling hills, barns, cattle, pastures, fields, trees, creeks -  seems to be etched into my soul. There is a calm that comes over me when we leave the hurry and traffic of the city, pass the smaller towns, and eventually turn onto our road.

I suppose it is possible that someday I might live in a city, but I would then be a country person living in the city. I really can't explain that phenomenon, but Willa Cather captures that feeling well in the pages of My Antonia and O Pioneers!

Hope you all have a great Thursday!

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