099/365 Old Farms

There is something about old farms that I love. I have never worked or lived on a farm, nor am I tough enough physically or mentally for that sort of work. My grandmother came from a farming family, maybe that is why I love them. I imagine that they hold these great stories and old treasures. There is something about the way they become one with the land and their walls lean as if bowed under the weight of the enormous history they have seen. Not really sure about all that, I just know that I love old barns.