This is the barn (And outhouse in the way back) seen at the end of my lane way, just as we turn off the road and head on up to the cabin.
It belongs to Barbara, whom I finally met yesterday – her little old house is right across the street from where my lane turns off of the road.
She has the cutest little white house – front porch and all, and I can tell that she dearly loves working in her yard because her flower beds that surround the porch are already thriving now that spring has arrived.
Returning in the dark on my last visit after running errands with Jason, I saw how her pathways are all lit by solar lights giving off a soft glow. In the country where there are no street lights, this was a beacon to me! I had worried about knowing where to find my entrance in the dark, and Barbara had lit the way all along.