A quick stop

While we were passing by, we decided to stop and take a quick drive down one of the roads in the Moss Island Wildlife Management Area.

Following the gravel road that led in, we were immediately greeted by a large field of colorful sunflowers.

An old rustic-looking barn, surrounded by tall weeds, sat back on the curve of the road.  In front of us, a deer quickly darted across the road, into a field of soybeans and out of sight.

Tickseed lined the roadway and covered the fields in a beautiful yellow hue.

As we were leaving the area, we spotted a bird sitting high up in a tree.  It was an adult Mississippi Kite keeping a sharp eye out for insects and small prey.

Though we didn’t have much time to spend here, hopefully we can return another time and further explore the beauty that this area has to offer.

“And to this day I wish I had lingered … But we stupid mortals, or most of us, are always in haste to reach somewhere else, forgetting that the zest is in the journey and not in the destination.”  ~Ralph D. Paine

Times past

 

We came upon this barn on one of our country road excursions back in January.  For me, there’s something about seeing an old barn that instantly transports my mind back to the people and fond memories of my childhood — a quick glimpse of times past that makes my heart smile.

“At the end of the day all that matters is love and memories so make sure you give it and make sure you make them.”  ~Trent Shelton

Old barns

I probably need a bumper sticker that says:  “I break for barns”.  I love the old barns that dot the landscape around West Tennessee.  Many of them were built on farms that operated in the early to mid-1900’s, and are no longer being utilized.  Most of these old structures, which richly add to the character of the landscape, are now in various stages of disrepair.  It is sad to see these buildings of the past deteriorate and crumble, and forever change the ambience of the countryside.

“I always sort of swooned at the sight of the classic barn structures … where everything seemed rustic and weathered and made to age gracefully.”  ~Richard Dean Anderson

The old red barn

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“Inside a barn is a whole universe, with its own time zone and climate and ecosystem, a shadowy world of swirling dust illuminated in tiger stripes by light shining through the cracks between the boards. Old leather tack, lengths of chain, rope, and baling twine dangled from nails and rafters and draped over stall railings. Generations of pocketknives lay lost in the layers of detritus on the floor.”  ~Carolyn Jourdan