I loved how this little farm was nestled at the base of this hillside. It's also fairly near the river so these huge willows grow everywhere. I'm beginning to see a pattern in the buildings I'm drawn to. There is something about a barn that I can't resist. Maybe it's the family stories about the challenges of homesteading or maybe it's the memory of my cousin's barn. She had the biggest reddest barn I have ever seen. Tragically it burned to the ground a few years ago and the are just too expensive to replace now. I wonder if the nostalgia would be as strong if I weren't a city girl?