Just north of Tisdale on the way to Nipawin there is a property I visit. I found it while running along the 35. (Training for nothing but the enjoyment of fresh air and tolerance of my limitations.) I call the property the orchard. Rows upon rows of items growing cobwebs.
So thought provoking...my Dad used to make regular trips to the dump to look for treasures. We joke about it but as he ages, we have come to realize there was a real sense of pride with those finds...he was able to refurbish, fix and restore many of them...a throw away made, reborn again ❤️
Oh, lovely. Thank you for sharing, Janice. I have fantasies of workshops where I could do this and not have bits and pieces strewn out in my living room and kitchen.
So thought provoking...my Dad used to make regular trips to the dump to look for treasures. We joke about it but as he ages, we have come to realize there was a real sense of pride with those finds...he was able to refurbish, fix and restore many of them...a throw away made, reborn again ❤️
Oh, lovely. Thank you for sharing, Janice. I have fantasies of workshops where I could do this and not have bits and pieces strewn out in my living room and kitchen.
Great story. Belle! Love your writing