Like a lot of farmers this one had a graveyard of old machines. Most pieces wore the uniform of rust. I took the time to walk around looking at everything.
In all that twisted rust there was the colours of a trees in flowers. Such a contrast.
Not all of the machinery was old and rusted some of it stood proudly just waiting for its time to shine.
We have a saying, “Red sky in the morning, shepherd’s warning, Red sky at night shepherd’s delight.” We had some delightful days on the farm.
We really enjoyed our time on the farm although we don’t think we are farm people. We were looking forward to get back to traveling again.