Morning Memories

 
After an overnight rain, the clouds were clearing out this morning as the sun came up. I rode down to the other hay field and took some pictures of the oldest barn on our farm. It was built before I was born. The wind has blown the roof loose and the barn may not last much longer.
 
This was my maternal Grand Pa's house. When I was a kid we stayed there, of course it was in better shape, but I can remember some times in the winter we would wake up in the morning and there would be a dusting of snow on the quilt covering us in the bed. They heated with wood and the fire in the stove would die out during the night, so it would be cold when morning came around.