Despite the fact that it's pretty difficult for me to fit behind the steering wheel at this point in the pregnancy... my barn lust calls me to roam the back roads in search of beautiful new-old specimens.
This barn is just a couple of miles from me. When I'm not pregnant I could jog there. (Or, you know, drive more easily anyway.)
It's new on the honor roll because it has that smashing new red roof. You gotta love the owner for loving on her barn that way.