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| Eastman Johnson: In the Hayloft, c.1877-78, Oil on Canvas, San Diego Museum of Art |
I go positively gaga over barns. I love them. And, the older the better. When the freezing cold of winter seizes up almost everything in these north woods and there's not a whiff of herbal fragrance in the air to remind me of summer pleasures, I go into the barn where the smell of hay still lingers. Our big red barn has been around for almost 200 years and during that time the earthy aroma of livestock and herbage has seeped into just about every pore of the old beams, rafters and floorboards. And I love it there.
