it was calling my name.....

we had driven by this property many times

almost stopping

but never hitting the brakes completely

~

sunday

we did

~

"no trespassing"

signs

~

there were none

~

there was

a big fence that we had to jump over

though

and

we kept looking around thinking maybe the farmer

across the hundreds of acres owned the property

and

would show up on his 4-wheeler

with a shot gun

but he didn't

houses like this fascinate me in a way I can't explain

~

I wonder who lived here

and

why they let it go

~

it looks like it was loved

once

~

the pink walls

the green ceiling

the light fixture I covet

~

yes

someone loved this place

I think about the hands

that opened and closed this door

for years and years

day and night

through brutal winters and soft springs

~

was it just adults who lived here

~

maybe a young couple who couldn't ever have children

or

maybe a family with lots of children

who slept in tiny rooms on imperfect mattresses

who

shared stories around the warm fireplace in the evenings

while dad

after having spent hours tending to the farm

finally joined them while smoking his pipe

and
what room was this I wonder
~
I think maybe the kitchen
but
there was nothing inside to tell me so
~
it was filled with tires
and
rusted springs to bed frames
and
pieces of wood and debris that I couldn't even recognize
~~~~~
this is how I like to spend my weekend days
~
driving around with my hubby
looking for houses and barns
that are barely hanging on
yet still
maintain a beauty
that
not everyone can see
~
can you see it
?