Today, July 14, is Barn Day. The photo above shows a neat red barn, but not all barns are red. Here is a photo of an old weathered barn on the prairie.
This is the kind of barn I often saw when I lived in South Dakota as a kid. I have one book set in South Dakota.
Nothing much had changed in ten years on the farm where Rachel Charbonneau had grown up. The faded red barn sat against a backdrop of fields newly planted with grain and alfalfa. A gentle breeze rustled shiny green leaves in the cottonwoods lining the creek. The peaceful picture didn’t tell the whole story. Despite its appeal, she hated this place.
The barn in this story is neither bright red or weathered brown. The red has faded, and so has the heroine's love for the farm where she grew up.
I'll share a few paragraphs from the other books I have that mention barns. A Match to Call Ours and Hometown Cowboy
The following Wednesday afternoon, Brittany tromped across the snow-covered ground as she tried to match Parker’s long strides. Rose and Jasmine, bundled up in hooded coats, mittens, and boots, skipped ahead toward the one-story house with bright blue shingled siding. It sat between the big house, as Parker called it, and the gray pole barn on the right. Outbuildings and a couple of other small houses with roofs covered in snow dotted the nearby acreage.
Hometown Cowboy even has a barn on the cover.
Three stories and three different barns. Have you ever been in a barn?
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