Where I come from houses are white and barns are red.  Not always, but very often. It just seems the way it should be.  My mother-in-law's farm is such a place, Wisconsin perfection with mown lawns and flowers planted near  the barn doors.  On summer evenings it is idyllic.  The little girls loved peeking inside the big red barn with her and visiting the hens. 

Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature.
~William Cowper