This old Dodge B-Series pickup (1948 to 1953) doesn’t seem to have any ‘pick up and go’ at the moment, just the way I feel sometimes on the dark, rainy days.
Old Dodge Truck
Since I used an old truck picture yesterday, I figured it was time for an older barn picture. This barn caught my eye since it is quite different from the barns around my area so I had to backup to take this barn shot. Even the silo was different with the pretty stone base under the concrete stave structure.
Red Framed Windows Barn
A field of dandelions can actually look pretty in the spring time by adding yellow color against the new green grass. The part I hate is when they turn white and the seeds start blowing in my face. But I suppose the finches and other birds are happy to have the seeds to eat and the bees like the nectar and pollen.
Dandelions are thought to have evolved about thirty million years ago in Eurasia and probably arrived in North America on the Mayflower – not as stowaways, but brought on purpose for their medicinal benefits.
That weed most are trying to get rid of, are more nutritious than most of the vegetables in your garden and are among the most expensive items in the grocery store. The roots are dried and sold as a no-caffeine coffee substitute – for $31.75 a pound.
Whether you love them or hate them, dandelions are, quite possibly, the most successful plants that exist; masters of survival worldwide.
Field of Yellow
With several nice days, most of the snow has melted and it feels good to be able to finally open the windows after a long winter. I think everyone, including the critters, has spring fever and I bet the kids would rather play hookey and play outside in the sunshine than to be stuck in a classroom today.
But I think this old school hasn’t had any children playing hooky in a long time. When I drove past it yesterday, I could picture kids, with their metal lunch pails, eating lunch and playing outside during recess. But now the sounds of laughing children have vanished from the school yard and its memories crumbling away like the building and soon will be erased from the landscape.
Old Rural Schoolhouse