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Showing posts with label dairy farming. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dairy farming. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Two fat geese and a gallon of milk...

Remember the little blue and white sweater I was needle felting?
And the milk maid head in the bucket?
They are finally together along with her cow, her two fat geese
and her gallon of milk.
The milk maid's name is Marge...a young version of my late grandma who
grew up on a farm on Saltspring Island.
Lot's of little details to look for...handmade fimo gumboots, hand made collar and
rope line for the cow, wet felted apron, tiny buttons, up cycled wood bucket
filled with a secret milk look-a-like, cow eyelashes (of course a cow's got to have them!)
The geese were so much fun I may make a whole gaggle of them someday!
Anyway they're off to be judged for the Sooke Fine Arts show along with
my oriole whom I tweaked and changed him from standing to take off mode
 on an old piece of honey suckle branch and sent off as well...
It's always a bit strange for me to put these pieces out since they truly come from my
heart and my dreams. I love to create them and am honoured to find out
that others love them just as much for reasons of their own.
Wish me luck!


Thursday, October 18, 2012

The old and the weathered...

I am sitting in front of the wood stove, mug of tea at hand, and was pouring over the
photos I took at the old dairy barns on Saltspring Island...
I love to see them from a distance, coming up the narrow country road and
finding them just peeking out from between the maples...
But I also long to hear the whispers from the wood...
 
Echoes of the calls of the farmhands, loading in hay...
...the lowing of the cattle whilst milk maids clean the pails...
Early morning ,opening of the big doors as the day begins...
 The buzz of the summer heat, switching tails at flies in the shade...
 
...and at the end of the day, the gathering of the herd and the closing of the doors...
The sounds have quieted now.
The ghosts of a long ago way of life.
The imaginations of the wanderers keeping the stories alive.