The sheep were BAA'ing at me as I painted them from the fence.
Our neighbor's farmhouse
The view from the barn house I slept in :)
There was a door one story up that opened up to nothing but the drop below, so I happily sat in the doorway with my feet dangling.
The shed that houses a 300 year old wood oven. We baked INCREDIBLE pizzas in that thing!
I really do miss that lifestyle. Working in the fields during the day, followed by a painting
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the door that led to nothing is for dropping hay down onto cattle pulled wagons during the winter back in the good ol' days (circa before '95/'97), now it's all done by tractor and hay doesn't doesn't need to be stored in barns :)
Love your blog so full of color and life!:))) Keep it up!!!
I can always count on you crissy <3
Thanks Angeliki!
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