Saturday, 12 January 2013

Day 364-365- Housing The Homeless


I am no gardener but somehow I know.
This is where my unwanted plants belong. 

I knew I had to do as much as I could in that 1 week between Christmas and New Year before I had to surrender myself once again to the relentless demands we call Life. So for everyday in that week, I took my basket of gardening implements and pots of homeless, dying flowers to the abandoned house and started digging, trimming, watering, feeding.


I didn't have to plan.
 The House told me what to do. 

It said: Look at the sunrise orange flower on the decorated front door. This is where the once dying roses shall adorn.


Then it directed: After you are done with the blazing roses, go to the wall of the broken window. This is your next canvas. Use the faded murals to start composing and bring life back to my once glorious vases. You must not stop until you have painstakingly re-created my still life with the wild flowers. 

Thus I worked, day, night, then day again, then night and in the wee hours of one morning, just as I plucked and planted what I thought was the last stalk before my rest, the house called my name.


My dear Sans, you must sow the seeds for a curtain of vines before noon; a curtain heavy enough to protect my art from the harsh sunlight yet sheer enough not to obstruct its view  from afar. 


Don't forget the colours, the whisper continued, I want them for compare and contrast.


I tried, I really did but my mind was in a sleep-deprived stupor and my eyes were already half closed. 

That was when I felt my hands left me, as if in a dream and I saw how the House took complete control of them. They moved deftly, through the painted vines on the rickety spindle posts and planted, plucked and placed. They knew that the peach flowers should grow where the single carved flower was and they knew where the lilac patch should be. 

When dawn broke, I woke and saw that the curtain was sewn. 


Thick enough for a shade, 
sheer enough for a view. 

I was exhausted and reluctantly I left but not before I carelessly sprinkled the contents from an old, neglected packet of seeds along the edge of the house. 

22 comments:

The Old Maid said...

Eh....wish P'Nilli's not-yet-existing house would do the same to my hands,lol!

Seriously I think noone else could do it better, dear Sam! The color combination is so unique, so you and so beautiful!
I really can't wait for more! And can't waot when you enter this house.;)

Hugs and kisses from all of us!

Kikka said...

Dear Sans:
You are a magician! You even get the flowers in full bloom all around your beautiful House :)
So wonderful!!
:)
Hugs
Kikka

Daydreamer said...

OOOOHH!!! I am Enchanted!!! Not a Gardener, you say??? Not True! You are a Gardener of the Purest kind... one who can "See" the flowers Before they bloom...! And Know Exactly what and how many to plant!!! You Are a Garden Artist! And this Abandoned Home is Breathtakingly Beautiful with those Delicate Vines shielding the murals... but Enhancing rather than blocking the view!!! I want to live In this house!!! And I can't wait to see what else you will do .... this House has Magic woven into every branch... and every blossom casts a Divine and Potent Spell....!!!

Piikko said...

Oh, my dear Sans! I can hardly breath after looking these awesome photos of yours! They are so breathtaking beautiful and I♥the colours!
And flowers too!
I also want to see how my house is taking complete control of my hands. My house..talk to me!!! :D

Piikko said...

Oh, my dear Sans! I can hardly breath after looking these awesome photos of yours! They are so breathtaking beautiful and I♥the colours!
And flowers too!
I also want to see how my house is taking complete control of my hands. My house..talk to me!!! :D

BiWuBär said...

You not a gardener? Thanks for giving me a good laugh... I was in need of one because I had to spend much time today with my most favourite occupation, shoveling snow, yippieee! Your post made my day and you are for sure a gardener, sowing the seeds of life and growing beauty. I really love how your real plants grow into the ornamental plants... and I really love anything else. I only wish my next project would talk to me and take control over my hands... ;O)

Hugs
Birgit

Dark Squirrel Victoria said...

I so love the flowers! It is deep winter, snow, blowing snow and more snow. I long for the flowers of spring. I can't wait to take a peek inside.

Big Hugs,
Victoria

Norma Soulet (AZArtist) said...

Oh Sans, the flowers found PERFECT spots!
Hugs

Lady Jane said...

You a great gardener. The colors and placement are wonderful. Not only are you a garden designer you are an excellent storyteller. You drew me right in...

carmen said...

lo importante no es que la casa te hable, es que sepas escucharla...y lo haces!

Eliana said...

This is so beautiful, Sans! I love the colors. The gardening looks like it was born in that place at the Gaia's hands. :)
Hugs

Fabiola said...

You're a great gardener. I like your plants and flowers.
Bye Faby

Amy said...

A true gardener is someone who listens to the land and the soil and the house and then turns those notes into seeds and vines and flowers. Music and poetry and art are always made up of the same elements, all work from the same library of notes and letters and color. But the magic is to know how and which work best in the framework you're given. That's when you have to be able to understand what's before you. And you did, Sans. You chose and combined and braided and wove wisely. You knew your house awake and you knew it when you dreamt.

Ascension said...

Una casa magica y con vida propia.
No podia ser de otra manera, eres una "brujita", que sabe interpretar lo que la naturaleza le dice.
Nunca unas flores estuvieron mas vivas!!!!!!!!!!!
besitos ascension

Sans! said...

You have just paid me the highest compliments, my dear Ewalina, one that I don't deserve :). But I think you may be able to have a peek through the window into the inside world of Abandoned House soon :).

I am going away again, this time for 8 days with my parents so I won't be able to post very much. Just one before I go, I hope :).

Hugs and kisses to everyone at home and to you, double :)

Sans! said...

Teehee Kikka :). Stop teasing me :):):) You know everything in this wonderful world of us, anything is possible. You know, I have been working so much in the small world that I am beginning to believe in magic even in the big world :). I expect miracles to happen soon in my very neglected garden and backyard!! :):)

Sans! said...

There is nothing more heartwarming and more comforting , or more humbling than having someone say to you: .. this Abandoned Home is Breathtakingly Beautiful with those Delicate Vines shielding the murals... but Enhancing rather than blocking the view!!! I want to live In this house!!! . So thank you, my dear Betsy. Don't forget to bring a comfortable mattress and mosquito repellent and yes, a portable searchlight! :):):)

You guys are really the best! You make working on the dollhouse 1000 times more fun :)

Sans! said...

♥♥♥♥Piikko and teeheheheheheehe, you guys really make me laugh but trust me, letting the house take control of you when you are doing housework is the sweetest kind of surrender :):).

Sans! said...

Birgit, thank you :):). Now pass me those shovels and go take a rest.

Your projects always speak to you , I know because I can see your heart, your passion, your care in all your creations. And humour ! Even in snow shovelling! :):)

Sans! said...

It is like spring over here, Victoria :):) but I am going somewhere wintry soon. What am I thinking??!

Sans! said...

Thank you, Norma!

Margriet said...

Oh, all those colors...they warm my heart! I could use some color...it's cold and gray here at the moment and I have to do my best to keep my spirits up. But your beautiful creations help a lot :-)
Thank you Sans!

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