Many people, mostly the local Gossips, called it the “Miracle Barn” because four of the last ten local miracles happened here. No one could tell me what any of the miracles were nor could they explain how the barn sailed over open fields, planting itself somewhere new every so often. In fact, no one ever commented on this unusual phenomenon. I thought it was a bit crazy. When I told them I liked to paint the barn sitting in its current farm field, the locals looked at me like I was crazy.