day 11 : something blue

When we moved to our quaint country neighborhood in 2002, one of the selling points was the beautiful pasture view from our front porch. The natural golden grass would dance in the breeze as the sun rose over the horizon onto the railroad tracks. Peaceful. 

Fast forward about about six or seven years and lots of grumbling.

Now, in that field, stands an unsighltly blue building surrounded by a hunk of junk and every clanking noise possible.



image via google

 It is very far from the serene surroundings that drew us to the small rural town we call home. And, I am sure it will be what drives us away.