Driving around Sunday I found an old and abandoned farmhouse, and a neighbor let me in to take photos. Old barns have a splendor about them, and I loved the old basketball hoop at the far end. You could see all of the love in this old farmhouse. And there is always treasure in old barns, including this miraculous old wood stove.  There are so many old farms sitting empty. Why do we rescue animals but we abandon our farmers and leave their farms to rot?