The weather this weekend, although a bit cloudy and breezy, was warm enough to spend some time walking around McNabb farm.
Beyond this tree is the creek where we spend lots and LOTS of time in the warm months catching minnows, crawdads and salamanders.
This lonely buttercup was peeking out of the ground as if bravely announcing that warm weather is on it's way!
I have always loved the hollow of this tree. It is so mysterious. What lives in there?
A family of toads?
Is it a fairy house?
This is one old barn of four on the property. This used to be a hog farm and there used to be several hogs beside this old barn.
There is an old cement mixer in that barn. I have a strange and maybe slightly unhealthy fascination with this cement mixer. I have photographed it several times.
Is it the color that lures me?
Is it possible I have a weird addiction to the old and rusty farm equipment?
Is it possible I worked in cement in a past life?
I have photographed this several times as well.
I am mesmerized.
I can't explain it.
This is the rock that we use to hop the creek on our way back into the holler. This rock looks strong and steady but you can play teeter totter on it.
This would have been good information to have the first time I hopped on it.
If you walk straight up from the cave to the top of the hill you will be right back where this post started, in my favorite spot.
Where the house in my dreams sits.
Right in the cross-fire of every tree stand that my hubby has strategically placed.
You can see the conflict.
I'm working on it. Still.
~Amber D. McNabb