Friday, May 2, 2014

A Barn fit for a Wedding!

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom,
I have been pouring vanloads of information
into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.
                            Logan Pearsall Smith


With one auction under our belt that early Saturday morning we pulled up and parked at yet another farm auction. The doors of the truck opened and My Hero and Dios headed in one direction and I in the other, looking for those treasures that were waiting to be discovered.

My Hero once again was talking about ladders on the drive over and I immediately thought to myself, Oh no, not again. I know Dios was thinking the very same thing, I could see him smiling. I am not sure but I think I saw My Hero wink at Dios. I should have read that auction listing, this may be a joke but I never know for sure. In my world it is truly a sign of spring when ladders are bid on to climb to the top of the barn to fix the roof and are selling at auctions around here for this Hero of mine who is still waiting to buy one that reaches much higher. I shiver just thinking about that.


This incredible red barn caught and held my attention it was the most beautiful shade of red; it appeared to be newly painted and had not faded. This barn love thing will never disappear.

I found myself thinking about how this would be the perfect shade of red for our barn back home. Just picturing that antique white wedding dress, a black tuxedo with this shade of red coloured barn standing behind, I believe it would be a recipe for incredibly beautiful wedding photographs for that day that seems to be coming rather quickly now.


Our barn is actually a nice shade of pink now. Long ago it was once a gorgeous red shade that faded quickly not so very long after it was painted, leaving us wondering how we could have ever believed a man with a very long ladder and a sprayer tied to the back of his truck making promises that sounded too good to be true. Lessons were learned, but now and no longer as trusting, our barn still remains pink.

Our pinkish barn pales in comparison to this lovely shade of red barn but I do know the bride will not care, it has been that faded pink colour since she was a little girl. It will always remain home for her, holding all those memories wrapped up tight and kept safe behind those faded doors. It will be perfect.


While sitting on an old beam with my feet resting on a rock, a pen and paper in my hand I felt very comfortable much like home back on the rock in the bush. If it was not for the speakers echoing numbers and the odd word SOLD along with all that chatter of the happy people behind me frantically bidding I would be able to believe I was at home and not at another auction. I love auctions they feel as comfortable as being home for me now. My pen was flowing over the paper when I heard a woman’s voice “Is your hand getting tired?”  I looked up.

A nice woman with a friendly smile was looking back; No I find writing very relaxing “What are you writing?” I explained to her that I was a Blogger, (in my experience not all consider that a "real writer" they are wrong by the way). I explained I was writing a story about this auction. She apologized for interrupting me and I reassured her I was so happy she did. I gave her my Blog address and thanked her for asking. She walked away with her husband and I found myself wondering if he was also looking for a long ladder, which after a quick search I did find out there were none, guess that ladder joke was on me, once again.


After she left I sat there for a moment wondering what I would possibly think if I came upon an, I am going to call it “eccentric” woman wearing bright Pink Cadillac (aka Muck) Boots sitting on an old beam with her feet resting on a rock wearing a homemade knitted brown hat who was completely oblivious to her surroundings frantically writing her thoughts down on paper. Would I approach her?

I decided I would probably have walked up to her and asked what she was writing too. You do meet the nicest friends at auctions.


Would you have approached that “eccentric” woman, or just walked away and left to wonder?

Later


42 comments:

  1. What? Bloggers aren't real writers?!?! :-)
    I smiled when your hero mentioned a ladder - and so the auction season begins... :-)

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  2. I'm not sure if I'd approach the writer or not. I guess it would depend on my mood. Some days I'm very quiet and like to simply watch and take photos. Other days I'm talkative. ;))

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  3. Kinda cool that she approached you and started a conversation like that. I was telling someone recently that I have made a lot of friends that way in my life - just approaching them and starting a conversation. Have a wonderful Friday B :)

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  4. I would be drawn to the lady in the Pink Cadillac boots xx

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  5. I would approach her just to see what great stories she is writing ! Wonderful post and photos . Hope your Hero finds his ladder ! Thanks for sharing . Have a good weekend !

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  6. If I saw a lady with pink cadillac boots, I'd hurry over to see if it was you...especially if she was writing and had a camera around her neck! :) That barn really is a lovely shade of red! Most of them around here are white, but a few pretty red ones are mixed in.

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  7. I am a writer and often scribbling on scratch paper when I'm out and see something or hear something worth remembering. I wouldn't have asked, thinking this person was concentrating on what needed preserved on paper. I enjoyed reading your post and seeing the pics. Cute pup at the end.

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  8. Yes many feel that blogging is not "real writing"

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  9. I would probably be too shy to approach you, but would regret that later as I was driving away.

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  10. No ladders....phew!! No, I probably would not have approached you because I wouldn't want to disturb your 'flow'.

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  11. The attention you give to your writing is easily apparent, Buttons. Excellent work! Have a good Friday!

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  12. If the woman looked like she wouldn't mind being interrupted I would say something to her. No ladder today.....Hope the wedding plans are rolling along smoothly.

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  13. I probably would have welcomed the woman like you did! I love meeting new people and visiting with them. Bloggers are definitely writers!!

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  14. If the woman appeared totally absorbed by her writing, I might not have interrupted her. There is just something magical about barns. I love them.

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  15. I would have totally appreciated an "eccentric" woman in thought writing ( birds of a feather you know lol) I probably would have put a story together in my head about what she was doing and not interrupted the creative process unless she looked up with a welcoming smile :)

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  16. Your having a barn wedding?
    That is what my oldest daughter dreams of :)

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  17. well, YOU are a writer. i take the easier route and let photos get the message across. ;)
    and i probably would not have bothered someone absorbed in writing, but i have a feeling you carry around this "i'd-love-to-engage-with-you" aura.

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  18. Like the barn door colour.
    Write away as I know you will.
    Were you dreaming about a barn wedding or are you keeping that bit a secret?
    Hugs M xx

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  19. Actually, I would ask the said writer to get out of my way politely so i could check out the stuff I want to bid on, THAT shes blocking... ;p you auction people groupies are such cut-throats... ;p lol

    There are so many of us in the world buttons, and most if not all are approachable - after all, everyone IS a walking story to be told!

    xoxox

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  20. There is no doubt that you are a writer, B! If I saw you, i would want to go up to you and ask about your writing, but I am so shy, I don't know if I would have the nerve. :-)

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  21. i'd have run, run, run in the other direction! (just kidding!)

    i have seen plenty of bleached and weathered 'pink' barns in my day. :)

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  22. I would probably have approached her. I like starting conversations with strangers. You can meet the nicest people that way and learn interesting things.

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  23. probably would depend on my mood. today i am feeling kind of down. but another day i might be so bold. ( :

    i saw a wedding in a barn sounds gorgeous to me. just lovely.

    who is to say what a real writer is?? if you believe it ... what's wrong with it? feel how you wish to feel. it's all good.

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  24. Well I can say I am a blogger but I can't write that well.. You on the other hand are most definitely a writer. Sounds like a wonderful day my friend.

    Hugs~

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  25. I imagine that I would know you in a crowd Buttons- (I'd just look for your pink boots!) I'm glad there were no tall, tall ladders for sale. Have a great weekend!

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  26. We have a red barn. It is the backdrop for summer pictures when all the kids are out visiting. It has a loft with an very old sofa to sit upon and dream and write.

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  27. B,

    Talk about a beautiful red color on this barn.

    The surprise was on you, no ladders this go round. You must have been grinning from ear to ear. How many ladders does ones husband need?

    I would have approached the eccentric woman but that's just me.

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  28. Eccentric is good. Those who follow the herd as it tumbles off a cliff are sad. Well done. Your boots are so snazzy and fun.

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  29. Ah, but I have a hunch that is it your very persona and warmth that makes you the approachable sort. So yes. I would offer a friendly 'hello' and hope that conversation followed. If not. No harm done. Each is left with a memory if a nice greeting.

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  30. A strange quote, I think, not sure. On a lighter note, what's up with your Hero and those ladders? And finally, it is so great that you two love to go to these auctions together, ladders and all. Hugs!

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  31. Oh yes B, the mere mention of ladders ... ha ha, your Hero knows how to 'bait' you.
    (I kind of shuddered though at the start of your post, thinking, oh no not again!!)

    I think I'd have hung around for a little while and if you'd looked up then I'd have exchanged a smile and we'd have had a chat :D)

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  32. Eccentrics are the best kind. We get a completely different look at the world. No wonder this is such a well written blog if you take field notes and write things up. Nicely done.

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  33. I'd like to think I would go over and say hello!! (and now I really have the urge to head to an auction and hunt for treasures!)

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  34. Oh I'm happy there were no TALL ladders. Being a very eccentric woman myself, I expect we would just normally drift into a conversation together.

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  35. I would mostly observe the person writing as I would not want to disturb her flowing thoughts on paper. And admire her boots.

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  36. We are headed to an auction tomorrow to look for a loader! Yea!
    We painted our barn last summer, so pretty typical red and white!
    Cheri

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  37. B: I just returned from a 'Celebration of Life' for a dear friend who left us in November. People speaking at the celebration all talked of how Pamela would approach people and make friends. I can guarantee that she would have walked up asked what you were doing, sat down and then asked where you bought your boots.

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  38. You are an honest to GOODNESS story teller. A social media marvel you are... and it doesn't get better than that!!!

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  39. I would definitely stop by to see what "she" was writing. :-) She would look far too interesting simply to pass by. :-)

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  40. i probably would have because she sounds totally interesting :)

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  41. Eccentric is my favorite kind of people!

    Cindy Bee

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  42. Eccentric is delightful. Eclectic and eccentric is even better! Pink Cadillac Boots and a homemade knitted hat (that perhaps a cow had worn). So awesome. Delightful.

    And as someone who has earned a living by writing, I can tell you that I use the same skills for newspaper articles or for blog posts. Yes, it's real writing.

    And that is a great picture of the dog!

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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