Blue Barns Road has always intrigued me, even as a child. I remember wanting to see these “Blue Barns”. Years later, I found myself on the road. What captivated me more than the remaining blue barn was an old weathered barn across from the road’s namesake. It was surrounded by little blue flowers. I don’t even know what they were- Siberian Squills? Glory of the Snow? Whatever they were, I recall the flowers overtaking the property. You couldn’t help but notice. With a bright blue sky reflecting in the window, an old blue crate with a blue tarp, surrounded by this beautiful “weed,” Blue Barns Road is about beauty that remains long after the paint fades. The colors around the old barn change with the seasons, but the old barn- whatever its color, will give nature a rival for some time.