tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post4005645382747142924..comments2024-03-26T18:41:46.180-07:00Comments on The Locust Blossom: The Smell of a BarnLady Locusthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12661298925602199106noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post-89847164720035849392015-03-01T10:13:33.967-08:002015-03-01T10:13:33.967-08:00Girl, I used to intesely clean and reorganize my r...Girl, I used to intesely clean and reorganize my room as a kid, as my therapy. So I understand that.I guess that I M too happy as an adult! That doesn't happen so much now!!! I loved going to my sisters house as a child. This sister is18 years older than I am and when she's newly married, I would love going to the barn. I could visit the horse and the cow her in-laws owned, it was their barn.<br />I love the peacocks, they were so colorful and animated, I could watch for hours! I remember hearing them call as a little girl, afraid someone was calling for "help". As I got older and her boys grew up, her oldest and I were 6 years apart, he would walk with me to the barn and showed me how to jump from the upper level to the hay below! We had so much fun!! I love those nephews of mine! Thanks for reminding me of those memories!!!<br />Hugs,<br />BetsyBetsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11248799548564757845noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post-29362176033493024852015-02-23T04:56:56.771-08:002015-02-23T04:56:56.771-08:00I love the smell of barns! I love going out and ha...I love the smell of barns! I love going out and having the ability to have "human solitude." Just me and the animals. I miss it. Can't wait to get back there!! Daniellehttp://www.homesteadmccoy.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post-91246688496646964052015-02-21T14:30:48.415-08:002015-02-21T14:30:48.415-08:00And I thought I was the only one! Lol! My daughter...And I thought I was the only one! Lol! My daughter has a horse, and nine times out of ten I'm the one to clean the barn. After a frustrating day at work, I actually don't mind it. Yes, it's good therapy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post-52224650738375102462015-02-21T09:43:44.294-08:002015-02-21T09:43:44.294-08:00It's not strange, I love the smell of barns! ...It's not strange, I love the smell of barns! Now I just go sit up at the garden in the salvaged old metal chairs we have up there along with the matching umbrella table. The one little cat follows me and we have our own time up there.Kathy Felsted Usherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10471923897561942341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post-36765531591833123992015-02-20T16:03:33.686-08:002015-02-20T16:03:33.686-08:00Mine used to hunting. Things make a sort of sacred...Mine used to hunting. Things make a sort of sacred sense in the woods. It doesn't matter if you get anything or not. Just being there is the important thing.Gorges Smythehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08777621500611603786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885548773613247997.post-61391504520999177612015-02-20T12:30:12.019-08:002015-02-20T12:30:12.019-08:00I think my quilting is my therapy. Nice block on ...I think my quilting is my therapy. Nice block on that barn.Nancyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09674847522230123039noreply@blogger.com