A Daisy Garden

 

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

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