There were amazing old outbuildings everywhere…
And the foliage was taking over!
I peeked in this shed…there was an old washtub, a great old door, and a bike frame where I could see them…
Don’t you just love this little shack? What a beautiful door.
One building may have been some kind of a guest house. I loved the “K” (for “Korrie”) on the shutters with the chippy blue paint.
Water storage, maybe? The tank just peeked out over the bushes.
There were piles of old barn wood and bits and pieces of old equipment all over the place! I love how the plants just grow up through the tines.
Look at this treasure…an old cast iron bathtub hiding in a thicket! (Sadly, it did not have claw feet.)
Here is a gate to nowhere…it was just leaning up against another pile of junk.
I would love to have this in a flower bed.
…or maybe this!
This box was just sitting outside with no one to love it. It tempted me more than anything, but I did not give in!
My dear sweet husband does not understand my fascination with all this “old stuff.”
What about you?
Do you see the junk, or do you see the beauty?