There are two types of “country.” One is your typical rolling hills, old tobacco fields, rustic barn with beams and a warm cozy hay loft. Think old Virginia plantations, Kentucky bluegrass or even parts of my home state in North Carolina. This country is pronounced con-tree.
Then we have the sticks, the outskirts of a major city that aren’t quite rural but not quite metropolitan either. Some questionable trailers, one or multiple broken down cars in the yard… Even the confederate flag depending on where you are in the country. This country is pronounced Cown-tray.
Simon’s new barn is in the cown-tray! Don’t get me wrong, the place is gorgeous, but the drive there cracks me up every time. Since I cannot safely drive and fake pictures of some of the stuff I see, I did my best to draw it for you.
Lots of longhorns. Longhorns are awesome, so I’m good with this.
Bones (probably dead longhorns?) spray painted red and placed on a perimeter fence for decoration? For warning? I didn’t know how to draw this so you’ll have to use your imagination.
A donkey standing on someone’s front porch. It was shady… He was very content.
A herd of horses tied to trees. Individually. As in lead ropes in branches.
My favorite is the free range palomino. I think she may be a unicorn. Best I can tell she is a mythical yellow mare that lives in a hugely overgrown pasture that almost hides some cars, a trailer and various pieces of broken down farm machinery. This situation wouldn’t be unique without one minor detail – there is no fence between her and the road. Like, at all.
Don’t think I’m snobby (I am a little bit) or down on trailers… Just find it interesting what different folks call horse care. I’m sure that little palomino lives a great life… Until she gets plowed down by a car.
Do you see anything interesting on your drive to the barn?