Fun Fact: Barns are red because pre-mixed paint wasn’t readily available and farmers discovered that mixing skimmed milk, lime, and red iron oxide created a coating that preserved their wood structures–and with that the American tradition of Red Barns was born. How’s that for a little slice of Americana?
You are not alone in your adoration of red barns. Oh, to have one of my own. I may never go back in the house. Well maybe in the winter, maybe…
Margaret Bushee says
I need a barn pronto and have been trying to get one built. Still looking for the best design and best price. Barns aren’t cheap! I need one for my soon to have horses and I need a chicken coop for my soon to have chickens! That is why we bought ten acres! Need to awake this sweet dream into a reality. Thanks for this post. It is inspiring!
When we were out in the northwest this summer, I was struck with how your barn roofs/lines are shaped differently than our eastern barns. Hard to describe, but google it and you’ll see too.
You Can Call Me Jane says
Oh, how I LOVE barns. Jamey and I dream of living in one. Our barn is in major need of repair- it’s overwhelming…but this is so inspiring!
We have some beautiful barns here in New England. Unfortunately, some of them have no been kept up and loved and so they fall apart, usually with a caved in roof. In my perfect world I would have one with a farmhouse and some land to enjoy at the foot of a mountain. For now I will be happy with my one acre and my small ranch that is easy to heat, easy to clean, and forces me not to have too much “stuff”.
I guess I never realized how lucky I am. There must be 10 red barns within eye sight of my parents’ house (we didn’t farm ourselves though). They are nice to look at!
mary carman says
One of my pet peeves is seeing barns that are falling dow. I just want to fix them up for use again. The same with the old houses. Such a shame to loose the architecture. Things aren’t built like that anymore…
I love barn photos…thanks
Heather T. says
This post reminds me of my grandpa, when I was little he would drive us to different places and always point out the barns and draft horses along the way, miss those days and my grandpa