It's been a while since I stopped to admire an old barn.
Don't fret, I admire them constantly, I just haven't stopped dead in my tracks for one recently.
That was until I stumbled across this one, as I headed out for bee supplies.
Rough around the edges,
bulging at the seams,
with a dash of mystery thrown in,
and then this sweet little number on top of it all.
There's something about a cart and a barn together that makes my heart go pitter patter.
So if you read in the papers of a lady, arrested for stealing an old wooden cart,
by hand, you'll know who it is.
~Be well friends~