I continued down rural Pickle Street, enamored of the classic scenery such as this old barn sitting right next to the road:
This modular home had a split rail fence and a large, painted sawmill saw blade out front:
This old barn was still actively engaged in agriculture:
And this ancient home may or may not have been lived in. I couldn't tell, but it did have a freshly mowed lawn:
More split rail fences delineating freshly hayed fields:
This trailer was nearly hidden by the Pines and brush:
And this board-and-batten home with large barn was also nearly hidden in the greenery:
And here was a modern modular with large garage and gazebo:
In contrast, this old barn gave testimony to agricultural life of days long gone, while the barn behind it had nearly disappeared into the earth:
Another woodsy looking home:
And more fields. This one seemed to need cutting soon:
This home was distinguished by its colorful profusion of Rugosa Roses. You can see why I loved Pickle Street so much. It was filled with beauty and agricultural charm. I'll post Part 3 tomorrow:
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