Ryan's mother milked in this barn during World War II when his dad was serving in Japan.
In a day of no instant communication like we have today, I can only imagine the thoughts and concerns of a young bride as she milked the cows every morning and evening.
If barns could talk...
can you imagine the stories we would hear?
It's a simple reminder to me of the sacrifices made by the
men, women and families of the past to ensure the freedoms we enjoy today.
Even though we had our first freeze of the season, we're still working
to finish cutting hay in a few fields.
It will take a few days of drying before it's ready to bale but it
will still be good quality hay that we can feed this winter.
Brown fields with a hint of green underneath are signs of the fall
season and also a reminder of how close we are to celebrating
the end of harvest for this year's crops down on the dairy farm.
Bring on the hot chocolate!