The grass is high, the cows are happy and soon haying season will begin.
Summer is here.
The iris beds are alive with blooms and flowers.
I am amazed that they came up so quickly this weekend.
One minute the iris beds were empty and the next morning there were dozens of them growing by the minute.
As I traveled some back roads (due to detours from the extensive damage from the freaky intense rain storms we have been experiencing) I found some more barns begging to have their photos taken.
I like the way the square bales go up a covered tunnel to the hayloft, from the ground.
The bales can't fall backwards and injure you.
The metal tunnel keeps hay dry and keeps the workers on the ground safe.
On the side of one rural road, I found another victim of the winter:
The weight of the snow and ice was too much for this ancient barn
The contents of the barn were tossed and damaged when the roof and floors collapsed.
This looks like a piece of horse drawn equipment, complete with metal wheels.
In a few years the rest of the barn will be covered by the vines and trees that are growing up around it. Eventually this 18th century barn will become part of the woods.
Just another victim of Mother Nature.