I thought maybe at some point my obsession with old farm houses would wane. After 7 years it doesn’t get old. I still stalk old homes and love their imperfect charm. I still drive through the country like a city kid with one eye on the road and the other on the passing farms, checking out their collection of barns and livestock and fabulous front porches and rows of fencing. I hope I never lose my city kid wonder over all things country.