A Bend in the Road

About five miles from us as the crow flies, on a way we often take to Fort Leavenworth, the road takes a bend, and goes across a levee that runs through a valley that often floods in the spring rains.  Indeed, we have seen it flooded almost to the top of the levees, and have driven between water on either side, just in the seven years we have lived here.  Now there will be improvements made, and in the paper six months ago, there was an article about a farm that is being affected by the improvements.

Here is one of the barns affected, a dairy barn...

And the other:

The daughter of the man who built these barns still lives on the same farm, which, as you can see, is divided by Tonganoxie Road. 

Here is one of the barns at present... I did not get over there this weekend to take a newer picture:

For someone who has barn envy and will probably never own a wonderful barn like this, it hurts us to see them coming down in the name of progress.  We won't see this scene when we go around the bend much longer (and won't be going around the bend while they work on the road)

I can only imagine how the daughter of the man who built them so many years ago feels... what a change for her family.

Tonight, I have another bend in my road. 

You see, I have stupidly hurt the feelings of a fellow blogger, and am sure that person will never read this blog again.  I did it so very thoughtlessly, and am so sorry.  I am not a mean person, and I made a comment before thinking things out, and now that person has been wounded.  I want you all to know that though we will never meet - I have valued all the comments made on this blog.  I grew up as an adopted child in a family that never understood why I loved animals so.  My dad indulged me at 12 with a horse, but never understood why he was dangerous (one eye and only green broken) for a 12 year old, though he knew he had made me happy.  When we had a dog as I was growing up, the dog was kept outside, and we never had cats.  My brothers and sister to this day don't understand, nor does Keith's family.  I was blessed to have Keith in my life after 30 years of raising my kids alone after my first husband's death.

I am so grateful, again, for your comments and suggestions, because I know you are out there and are interested in many of the same things as I am.  To wound one person because of  thoughtlessness is the height of stupidity, and I am so very chagrined and apologetic for it.