The Little Barn

If you traveled down the little road just a little while, you would come to the little barn. It sat nestled between a grove of oak trees which was older than most of the people I know and a wide open field of blue and orchard grasses. It was just a ways off the beaten path but close enough to be right around the corner. In Summertime, the fields surrounding the little barn were filled with mares nosing through lush green grass that grew so thickly it reached above their ankles. Their foals played and laid on the plush carpet around them.

Sunshine peeked through pillowy clouds and floated to land upon the roof of the little barn. The rays were infected with warmth and they wrapped it in their embrace. Inside, even the shadows radiated the glow and beckoned one to sit within them for a bit.  Those who lived in the little barn were charmed. They did not know trial nor sorrow for it was banished here. For longer than the oak trees could remember, only happiness had lived beneath their embrace. In the little barn, it was easy to forget time itself. This was a place for life and living and ease.

The exterior of the little barn was neat and tidy. It seemed as if someone loved it very much, from the great care that was placed in its keeping. It was evident from the carefully placed gravel in the drive winding to the carefully latched front door. On each side of the long drive, there were wildflowers which sprung up from the ground in a sporadic pattern that was so perfect, it must have been accidental. Rich colors sprinkled the path to the little barn in daring combinations. Only Nature could be so carefree that it would wear such vibrant colors.

    At the little barn, the raindrops were warm and the snowflakes were the extra large variety that stayed on your tongue for a few moments longer. The seasons swayed gently with the rhythm of life and creation. I stop by the little barn sometimes, just to pay a visit and enjoy the fresh air. But, like many who stop there, I cannot stay long for I must get home to tend to my own animals. So, next time you are down the road just a little way, stop by the little barn for a visit of your own- you won't regret it.

Khris
This was just a peek at my own personal Heaven- hope you enjoyed it!