Rural Road Ramblings.......

My maternal grandfather had a large barn on his rural 30-something acre farm in SW Virginia ( at least it seemed huge to me as a small child), a barn that he kept his dairy cow with her calf, square hay bales for his small herd of Red Faced White Herefords, and farming equipment he parked in it.....As a 6 yr old I used to literally crawl under the hot barb wire fencing, pray that the bull wasn't able to see me, and run to hide within its cavernous gray boarded walls.....I would drink in the smell of his dairy cow, her sweet molasses feed, and the earthy sweet smell of freshly baled hay....I could amuse myself within that barn for hours playing with the calf, the chickens, and tormenting a nearby groundhog. And when I got tired, I would climb up into the hayloft, look out the dormer window to the misty blue mountains that surrounded the little town of Sugar Grove.