I can't help myself

I can't help myself. This place is beautiful. I am blessed to grow up in a place that allowed me the space to run free. These are some of the pictures I took today.

An old windmill from a house about a mile from ours.
A tractor that I used to drive to swath the field. I think the thing should be in some sort of museum.
Oh one of those painted red farm buildings. This one houses one of our wells.
Oh, and the bales of straw.