An open book

My usual trek home, one afternoon last week, was blocked due to a minor fender bender. 

When your country commute involves passing over a major freeway that cuts across your path, 

there are limited opportunities to cross said freeway. So....I ended up making a major loop, 

about ten minutes in length to end up one minute down the road from where I hit the original traffic snag. 

I was a little peeved at first, I was anxious to get home and do some fo-tog-raffi while there was

still copious amounts of sunshine; a rare commodity these days.

Then the sky opened up fully and shone all of its glory on this beautiful barn and I said, "Whoa!" 

Five days a week I make a right hand turn just before this farm...for years. 

I pulled over and took a big gulp of this tall drink of water. 

I wasn't sure at first what it was about her but then I realized perhaps she's like an old gal 

who's seen many changes and while you think her days may be numbered, she still stands tall and 

proud and she sure as heck is stronger than she may appear and if you take the time 

to get to know her, she's an open book ready to spill her stories to any attentive listener.

All you have to do is knock on the door and smile.

~Be well friends~