Do you ever come across something somewhere in your travels that stirs you to your very soul... that stimulates your love of history, romantic contemplations and creative ventures.
Such does this long forgotten homestead that I pass on many a day, perhaps happenchance or rather intentionally...
The old weathered board and batten siding, gothic gingerbread trim, broken 6 over 6 window panes, overgrown gardens and dilapidated back porch all cause me to contemplate its long ago occupants.
Was she a smalltown lass courted by a handsome farmer lad that wooed her to marry...
Did he write her a poem professing his intentions...
And did she finally relinquish to his passions and fulfill their dreams...
The tale in turn transpired into this make-do pinkeep. Old quilt pieces, woven woolen blanket snippets, hand carved spindle and other bits and bobs were gathered for this piece.
A perfect way to spend a Winter's day...
* Poem published in 1916 from 'The Real Mother Goose'.
