This is the barn that still stands on the 160-acre farm where I grew up 10 miles southeast of Brainerd (Minnesota)... the barn that I have known since I was a little girl.
My brother Ron's intent is to assure that it remains as it looked back then for many years to come. He stabilized the structure by repairing rafters and replaced the entire roof with plywood, covered it with tar paper, then new shingles. An exterior coat of primer covered with a topcoat of barn red paint and the years melted away to a period in time so long ago.
Dick picked this wildflower (weed) bouquet from a field on the property. So pretty... and so sweet.