Here's my new inspiration for a series of "garden" paintings. I saw this little old house in town and decided I needed to take a picture of it and start painting.
It spoke to me...the gate said "do you hear the squeaks when my doors open and close?...each squeak is a story to be told...about the people that came through my gate...the people that love this home and the people who live in it. The years that have gone by may have faded the memories of others...but not mine. If you could hear through my squeaks the stories I have to tell you...the secrets that came and went late at night...the excitement of children running through my gate, the romance of young adults sneaking through my gate, the joy of special friends welcomed through my gate, the sweet tenderness of a newborn held in the arms of Mother opening my gate so carefully to keep my squeaking from waking the baby and the excitement of returning home, swinging my gates open wide. There's so much laughter, tears and love that I have seen. When the doors on my gate swing open to greet you...you will feel it, the whisper of stories untold."
Silly old me...pretending to be a writer...I do love this gate and it does seem to have one or more stories to tell. I hope you have a great weekend.
Blessings to you!