This old binder was probably parked only a few years before the fields it harvested were abandoned and allowed to grow up in briars, sumacs, dogwoods, ash, and persimmon. It is a sad looking case now, with all of the wood and canvas gone, along with the memories of the farm it worked on. The remains of the farm house are caving in across the road, a sad reminder of days gone by.
There isn't much left of this one. I think the parts that could easily be removed have been carried off to a scrap yard, leaving just the bones to remind us of times past.
This old binder was probably parked only a few years before the fields it harvested were abandoned and allowed to grow up in briars, sumacs, dogwoods, ash, and persimmon. It is a sad looking case now, with all of the wood and canvas gone, along with the memories of the farm it worked on. The remains of the farm house are caving in across the road, a sad reminder of days gone by.
There isn't much left of this one. I think the parts that could easily be removed have been carried off to a scrap yard, leaving just the bones to remind us of times past.
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