During our time away, (I posted about it here) one of the places we were able to visit was an old farm, way up in the mountains. . .
This is the marker at the top of the hill:
A closer look, so you can read it:
This is the farm house. We weren’t able to go inside because the park rangers weren’t there, but we were able to walk around and see everything. We did peek inside the windows. . . everything looked just as if time had stood still back in the 1880’s.
Here’s a view from the porch. I just love porch swings. Makes me think of family & friends, children’s laughter, ice-cold lemonade. . .
There were several gardens with many, many butterflies. . .
They were everywhere!
Here are some beautiful ones . . .
I love barns. Maybe I’ll live in a Barn House someday – they’re becoming more popular now.
The flowers were beautiful. . .
Wild flowers as well…
As we approached the Chicken House, we heard them inside. . . We also heard a rooster several times.
I love the sounds of a farm! Can you tell I live in the city??
The root cellar (I could almost see the veggies stored there, as this was used over so many years!)
There were many tiny birds. So beautiful.
A few were perched on the clothes line. That’s right. There was a clothes line. That’s another thing I miss while living in the city. I never thought I’d say that! When I was a kid, my Mom would tell me to hang the clothes up on the line. Inevitably, it would rain before I had a chance to run and take them inside! I used to wish for a dryer. Now that I have one, I miss both my Mom and the assigned chore of hanging the laundry on the clothes line.
While we were there, someone was working on the garden, planting & weeding. This bench was among the fragrant flowers…
These are the stairs to go back up to the parking area. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to stay and visit the country folks and have a nice tall glass of lemonade with them. What was it like for the folks who lived on this farm? How did they get up & down the steep mountain paths with no car or truck? How did they survive with no TV, internet, or cell phone? It was a simpler time. But it wasn’t an easy time. These people knew back-breaking work, and plenty of heart aches. They probably never would have imagined that well over one hundred years later, there’d be “tourists” visiting their farm, admiring their work & perseverance.
It was an unforgettable experience. I can still feel the cool mountain breeze.
These are the kind of places that stay with me for a long, long time. By that, I guess I mean that when I remember them, when i see the photos, I can’t help but smile and want to visit again.
Thanks for visiting with me. 🙂
Love to you all,
Daisy
A Daisy Garden 
Hi Daisy, What a gorgeous place, thank you for sharing this. My sister and her husband are remodeling a very old barn in preparation for living in it…it’s fabulous. 🙂 Viv
Wow! How fun!! I wouldn’t know where to begin, but it would definitely be worth the hard work! So glad you stopped by! 🙂
This is such a wonderful post – so many beautiful pictures.
Lillian
Thank you, Lillian. You’re always so encouraging. Btw, I enjoyed that story & photos you shared about your Frankie on your blog!
Daisy – Absolutely wonderful “traveling” with you. I would have wanted to sit on that porch with you. An era gone for most, but cherished in many hearts still. Loved the dahlia and the finch photos. Thanks for inviting us in on your travels. Kandy
Yes, it would be wonderful to sit on that porch and have a chance to chat at leisure about all that the Lord has been doing in our lives!! I’m thankful that through our blogs we have been able to “get to know” each other and I have truly been blessed as I’ve read your posts. Thanks for taking the time to stop by!
Such a fun post to read! I grew up on a farm that looked a lot like the one you visited–I think it was the perfect place for a child! Your photos are lovely!
Thank you for your kind comment! I’m so happy you stopped by! 🙂
Daisy, I thoroughly enjoyed both your pictures and words. Those birds on the clothesline were too precious. It was a pleasant surprise to find a clothesline hanging up at our present town home when we moved in. I love it in the summertime.
Blessings ~ Wendy
There’s just something about sheets that hang in the clothesline. I still remember my Mom’s linen closet and the distinct fresh smell it had every time I opened it. You just don’t get that from a dryer. Thanks for your comment!
Beautiful day at the farm. Thanks for including us. We had a clothesline growing up– and the years we lived in Spain I out the wash on our roof or out the window of our 7th floor apartment!
Haha! That sounds fun! You painted a great picture!
Thank you for sharing the beautiful photos from such a tranquil place! You make me want to be there!
Haha! I know hoy you feel… It was a wonderful place and the pictures just make me want to go back for a visit. 🙂