Time has it's effects on all things. I remember this barn from my youth, our simple terms were "the old barn and the new barn", which of course meant we had two of them we would play in, growing up. My grandmother would milk the cows in this one, I'd sit on a small stool nearby and watch and listen to the sound of the milk hitting the bottom of the pail.
The horses like to say hello.

 Life seems a bit like this at times, twists, turns, a few barbs. Hopefully the root structure is in good shape to keep us grounded! 

 Mother nature's carpet has a few undulations in it, but of course that's what makes it interesting. The richness of the scene and the clear sky held the eye that day.