Globe thistle in bloom
This barn was built in 1901 and now remodeled as a bed and breakfast. The milking bay is a porch to look at this view below.
I passed this barn three days in a row and the goat was always watching from its window.
Below is a town hall on the right and fire department in the center in a tiny town. You can click to see the dates on it better.
This bridge hums when you drive across it. It was so much fun for my daughters when we were up fishing years ago, we went back and forth at least a dozen times going between Lansing, Iowa and Victory,Wisconsin. I only went three times this time there.
When he got home it was well past lunch and he laughed how the time had slipped by. At this point in his life his wife always figured never to start a meal until she saw him. Some foods he liked better cold than hot, such as her meatloaf. He shared his tales and thoughts with her and she just listened, not sure who any of the people were other than their kids. He laughed when he told her about looking for the rope swing and she told him she didn’t have time to pick up all the pieces should he try to do anything like that. He grabbed his fish and set out to clean them while she made up some potatoes and a vegetable to go with them. The homemade bread smell he talked about sounded so good she would fix some for their meal the next day, if he ever made it home on time.
A call from their oldest daughter created smiles and laughter that soared into the heavens. He carried on a conversation through his wife when the children called. He wanted to know if she remembered who had owned that land, but it had been too many years for her to remember also. The name of his friend was all too familiar, she had went to school with a few of his relatives before they had left town. He didn’t know that part of the family very well, and had forgotten about them until she mentioned it. She always shared stories from school about their families thinking he knew them well. When they went out it seemed he knew just about everyone in town. Those calls often took a long time since his wife had to interpret all the conversations going back and forth.
Memories come and go
Leaving us with their magic
And charm of days gone by.