The corn crib

Every day I used to drive by this corn crib on my way to work. Every morning it was draped in warm oranges and yellows. In the evening it faced a bright sky full of purples and reds. I really enjoyed driving by that corn crib. It always made me a little happier.

After my car pool friends had a baby, riding with them got a little more complicated. There was drop off and pick up. It just didn't work. Honestly, I just really enjoy my sleep. I slowly quit riding with them.

Which means I don't drive by my corn crib anymore.


A few days ago I ventured down that way for Craft Night (a bunch of women get together on Wednesday nights to scrapbook; that's another post of its own).

And this is what I noticed....



The corn crib was replaced with a back hoe and a mound of dirt.

My corn crib was gone. I'm sure at one time there was an entire farm there. I imagine a white house with black shutters. A big red barn and pasture. There was probably a fort built in the tree. And of course, my corn crib.

A sign of the times I guess.