Saturday, as I passed my childhood home, I glanced (as I usually do) at the dairy barn that sits across the highway.
I immediately made a u-turn, found a safe place to pull over, and grabbed my camera from its usual spot under my seat. Since the last time I’d been by there the barn, the owners had added something new.
In my Mom’s later years, she would occasionally see a pick-up truck pass by with an American flag flying in the back – “straight out” in the wind. This pleased her to no end. She would have loved to look out her front windows at this huge flag on the old silo.
(Not to be the “flag police”, but I just wish the owners had hung it with the Union [blue] to the left.)
Linking up to Barn Charm.