Dino & I explored more of Saskatchewan's country roads on Sunday & on our way home...Nature decided to give us a show. From one end of the horizon to the other were millions upon millions of Canada Geese & Snow Geese traveling North to their nesting grounds...the air was filled with the sound of beating wings... I stood there mesmerized by the sheer numbers of little hearts flying above me...never have I seen so many birds flying at once...an experience I will never forget!
I couldn't pass up on giving this old piece a home...found it at my friends antique store & promptly fell in love with it...the patina, old finish...lovely color just sets my heart a flutter...gave it a good oil polish...a little dusting & filled the top with some of my favorite things...I made the little log cabin about 10 years ago...love my birds nests, wasp nests, feathers & such...
What stories this pieces could tell us...
Tdipt Mercantile Goodies for May 1st
Hot of the presses...I just designed these three old style pin-keeps this month...my theme being the love of pets...one for horse lovers, one for dog lovers & last but not least...one for cat lovers...
There will be more details about them on my May 1st Tdipt Mercantile update. Hoping to have a wee fuzzy for you as well.
"There are mars on the doors and walls
Its rooms are empty and wide.
Here and there is a broken pane
Where the night wind creeps inside.
The front porch has fallen to ruin
With vines in possession there.
A shed is tumbled and strewn
And rubbish is everywhere.
Somehow it softens in moonlight
And my fancy wanders free.
That old house is more than a house
It once was home to me.
I can see a place by the window
Where firelight once played inside.
I can picture the porch as it used to be
And grounds so clean and wide.
Doors with well-oiled hinges
Let in our willing feet.
With everything in place as it should
And everything trim and neat.
I see it in mellowed reflection
Until years have changed it to be
A house with a memory; it’s more than a house
It once was home to me.
I’d give so much to live again
In that house when it was young.
Then it knew our laughter and tears,
With its memory only begun.
I was unwise to have left it, I know
All I got for my pains
Was a heap of things I thought worthwhile
And desire to be back again.
It might be made home again, who knows?
I watch the moonlight slant through a tree,
And know that old house was more than a house.
It once was home to me."
Poem By Leo VanMeer
1907 - 2006
Took a road trip Friday...traveling up & down dusty highways...stopping here & there...lunch in a greasy spoon...old turquoise counters worn smooth with age...farmers in greasy caps...talking weather & gossip...gopher shoot notice on the bulletin board outside...more driving & finally a stop to take in the air...to look at an old house...an old soldier...of life gone by...Swallow's nests in the rafters...Coyote den in the cellar...a house full of character...memories float like dust in the air...Saskatchewan...her past is evident along her highways...abandoned & fallen... old homesteads return to the earth...
Susan Pilotto is a mixed-media artist who specializes in creating one of a kind miniature animals from recycled wool felt fabric. Susan graduated from Vancouver's Capilano College with a Diploma in Studio Art.