I feel like sometimes I'm a caretaker of things from the past. Today I went to a barn sale way out in the country. Miles out of town. A younger family, was taking over a farm from an older member of the family. There were boxes and boxes of old tools. Rusty cruddy tools. Pieces and parts that only an old grandfather could identify. The smells of dust and rust plus the pitted and worn tools made me think of all the farms and barns that were built by hand across America. Built with young strong hands- farms stand like monuments to great people who came here to conquer the world. One acre at a time.
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happy weekend.