Barns and Cupolas

I have a new love, one I never expected. I supposed that type of love is the best. We rarely get what we expect, and what we get is often better than we could ever hope for. So I have to confess I have a thing for barns, especially barns with cupolas. It doesn't matter if they are new or old, though old ones have a special charm.  I like to think as I get older I have a certain special charm too. Or maybe I just resemble an old barn. A little older, a little faded, but full of hope. Some days it's all debatable.  

Cupolas are the icing on the cake. All through life, on the roads I travel, I find landmarks that speak to my soul. Lovely gardens, interesting architecture, a horse I long for, stately trees, lakes or ponds, charming cottages, palatial mansions. Now as rural life embraces my heart, I am drawn to the barns.  

I realize it sounds odd, but I want one of my own.  Heck, I'd love to live in one. Complete with cupolas of course.  They say dream big, so I do.  It's okay to dream. Your dream may be a place on a lake, in the mountains, or the big city. Whatever speaks to your heart, listen for that and embrace it.  And whatever shape your "barn" is I pray it is graced with a cupola.  

In the meantime, on the country roads that have become home, I search out barns and they speak to me.