Several weeks ago I drove past these corn cribs for the first time. They are situated on a high ridge above the county road near Milford. The first time I drove by a great big grin developed on my face. I'm not sure why. They appear to be guarding the ridge like sentinels. But they also remind me of kitchen canisters. Now I look forward to rounding the bend and dipping with the road just before these guys appear to the south. And each time they make me grin.
Ever encounter that unexpected sense of happiness on a drive?