Clara's Corner: Quilt Barn...Ritter Farm

Friday, December 01, 2006

Quilt Barn...Ritter Farm

This barn is in Grainger County. Ritter Farm is one of several places that grow and sell Grainger County Tomatoes in the summer. There is a produce building beside this barn where you can buy all kind of vegetables. I love to stop there. It is on 11W between Bristol and Knoxville.

Close up of Quilt Barn at Ritter Farms.

3 comments:

Moobear said...: Hey Clara,
Now I am amazed that there are so many barns. Just curious, are there lots of barns without quilt paintings on them? I would like to see one in real life just once in my life, maybe one day I will.
Hope you and Bill are well. Take care.; 7:42 PM
Anonymous said...: I am thinking people in other states will start painting on their barns eventually so we may get to see some one day without going to Tenn.; 11:23 PM
Marci said...: Wow, you have really found a lot of these barns. Keep those pictures coming. I can't wait to see your favorite.; 11:18 AM

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