Isn't this just the cutest little cabin?
Imagine how old it must be!
In my own estimation, this little cabin is situated on approximately ten acres, ten fertile farming acres planted liberally this summer with both corn and barley. Acres and acres of these crops grew around the little cabin, surrounding it with fields of plenty to boast about at harvest time. A few outbuildings all larger than the cabin store the farming equipment.
What hits me the most when driving by, is noticing smoke from the chimney, a neat pile of freshly cut wood next to the front door, and knowing someone actually lives in this wee cabin, perhaps happily after possibly building it from scratch long ago.
We teased people who visit about this little cabin being the perfect homestead for them, getting snickers in reply. But, to point it out is a must, as there aren't many of these little historical gems left standing "in the prairie" out yonder.
Home is the nicest word there is
(Laura Ingalls, 1.01 A Harvest of Friends)