Clara's Corner: Quilt Barn....Hawkins County....

Monday, November 20, 2006

Quilt Barn....Hawkins County....

This barn is in Hawkins County. I always look at the compost pile in front of the barn and think I would like to have some of that to put on my garden! The quilt square is pretty, but my favorite is yet to come.... Stay tuned!

Close Up !!!!!

3 comments:

dot said...: I like that one. Makes you wonder just how old that barn is.; 7:35 PM
L. said...: I love those quilt barns!

Have a good Thanksgiving!; 8:38 PM
G.P. said...: Clara, saw your photog at amazinggrace blog and I just wanted to say hi.. You look so peaceable. Too bad you dont live closer to our B&B, I'd invite you to afternoon tea, coffee and cake! :)

But your barn shot is great.. though we're going to our horse barn for riding on G-d's creatures later

Happy thanksgiving all
GP in Montana; 2:23 PM

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