In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”
I grew up here. Going in and out of this barn door, climbing the stairs to the loft, playing with my sisters. But more work was done here than play. This was my Dad’s barn. It was no typical barn.
I’ll write about it in an upcoming post.
mariegriffith.me 
Any door that leads to a barn is to be treasured especially when you have fond memories to go with it. 🙂
You’re right Judy. And I do have lots of those.
What fun to be able to use a photo of a door in the house you grew up in! Not many people can do that these days.
janet
This is the door to the barn. Daddy used an old screen door after the original wood door rotted. I am blessed to have the place I grew up in. My family and I will move there in a couple of months. We are very excited about it.
if it has a how loft or hay mow and a rope… you have plenty of memories! Great photo and post. Looking forward to the next post, have great week.
I do have lots of good memories.
I love your photo, the simplicity of it is nostalgic for me also. Thank you
Thank you, Patricia. The barn has been several colors but this green is my least favorite. My dad painted it a few years ago and liked the color. I still love that barn though.