Part 4 - Lovely, Rural Pickle Street

I was driving the length of Pickle Street between Winthrop and Potsdam. The homes took on a less rural and more suburban look as I neared Potsdam:

There was an A-Frame:

And modern, suburban type homes behind Maple trees:

Trailers:

And nicely tended lawns surrounding nice, modern homes:

Indeed, the old agricultural look of Pickle Street was giving way to more suburban sights - not that they were any less beautiful:

There was an ancient cemetery with no sign, although the lawn was well kept and a flag flew proudly above the gravestones:

Another home which may or may not have been occupied. Sometimes it was hard to tell:

A modern suburban ranch, another American flag:

And - OH, NO! Look at that collection of snow shovels beneath that giant White Pine. This was a reminder that I was indeed still in the north country and winter was already looming, even in midsummer:

White fencing and lots of doors. Was this a duplex?:

But I eventually arrived at the highway and turned toward the village of Potsdam. Pickle Street had proven to be a scenic treasure and I was glad I had found it. I hope you enjoyed it also:

Part 3 - Lovely, Rural Pickle Street

I'd chanced onto Pickle Street on my way from Winthrop to Potsdam and found there a bounty of agricultural charm, a photographer's dream:

Racial segregation? A tightly knit group of black cows stayed far away from the solitary brown cow:

Barns, farm machinery, pickup trucks, outbuildings, barns - the stuff of modern farming:

This house had farm equipment parked right up to the rural mailbox and I loved the railing around the front porch:

This old place was falling into ruin, a slowly disappearing reminder of a disappearing past:

And a magnificent homestead behind well kept lawns and giant Maples:

These brown cows grazed right up next to the road and seemed curious about my picture taking:

A very western looking gate to a hay field, bordered on the other side by Spruces. Two bird houses on the uprights gave me the idea that its owner loved natural beauty. Only the modern telephone pole gave it away as current day scenery:

Two more old barns, side by side, with roses in bloom along the road:

And a modern, suburban looking home. It was clear to me that people were buying property along the road and building new homes where they too could enjoy the finest of rural life:

Another old barn which also seemed to act as a portal into a fairy tale field, perhaps a field where Wind In The Willows might have been staged:

A magnificent stone wall being overgrown by hedgerow. And yet there was still more to Pickle Street. I'll post the final chapter, Part 4, tomorrow:

Part 2 - Lovely, Rural Pickle Street

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:

Part 1 - Lovely, Rural Pickle Street

I had to drive from Winthrop to Potsdam and a  quick map check showed me a long, straight road leading directly where I wanted to go. The added benefit was the name, Pickle Street. Who could resist finding out what might be on that road?:

I found Pickle Street to be rural, with huge fields of newly baled hay:

And large, old farm houses:

I passed two men on tractors doing the haying and snapped their photo:

There were new homes setting back in the fields like a Wyeth painting:

And old farmsteads with barns:

This home had a fascinating collection of miscellany on its porch, all framed by a split rail fence and Maple trees:

Prim and proper, with a gated front porch:

Modern, sleek and clean:

A modern ranch with double garage:

Another old farmstead, this one set behind Pine trees and highlighted by a Hosta garden:

This appeared to be a very old farm house being given an updating and enlargement. Pickle Street was so lovely and so fascinating that I took lots and lots of photos. Even after deleting many of them, I've managed only to slim it down to four posts. This was Part 1. Part 2 will post tomorrow: