Some of our very best finds have come at no cost.
Yes, I really like "free".
It is harder to find, but every now and again you do.
That item at the edge of the road waiting for the garbage truck.
Maybe even a "take me, I'm yours" sign on it.
This fabulous urn was a free find.
Dave found it along the road.
It is large & heavy & chippy & rusted.
Did I say fabulous?
This outhouse was a free find.
Dave found it in a cemetery down the road from our house,
on it's side...waiting for some sad fate.
The cemetery board voted to let us adopt it, even
helped to load it on the trailer....
and now here it stands in our apple orchard,
proudly holding baskets & a bird nest or two.
This charming little green table was a free find.
Dave found this along a country road -- lost & lonely.
Now it has a farm to live on happily ever after.
And the story goes on & on. Found. Free. Reclaimed.
Reloved. Found. Free. Reclaimed. Reloved.
I do like "free"....and I do appreciate Dave's ability to find & rescue.
Yes, Dave -- I do believe you are an American Picker --- or at the very least
a true Wisconsin Picker.
You win (but so do I).
What have you found "free"? -- do tell.
8 comments:
OMG! I live to find an urn like that, you lucky, lucky, girl, you! Great find! 8>)
Pattie @ On Hollyhock Farm
I have great planter boxes all over my yard that were all free finds, back when our city hosted "Spring Cleanup". I loved Spring Cleanup! Unfortunately, too many bad apples abused the program and now "shopping" at the curb requires a little more effort.
I've never been brave enough to "search and recycle" but two of my favorite things came to me, free, from people I love. A spinning wheel in my livingroom and a beautiful rosemalled plate on my wall. Free, but connected.
Jani
Pattie -- the interesting thing about the urn was that Dave wasn't sure if I would like it or not. Say what?
Cheryl -- oh the treasures to be found when people still could hunt & pick respectfully from the side of the street in cities -- or even the town dump in rural towns. Now everything must fit into the proper bag or container and there is a liability risk if you remove anything from a town drop site.
Jani -- You are just too sweet. So I know where the rosemalled plate came from...but do tell the tale of the spinning wheel.
Kari
The spinning wheel originally belonged to my brother-in-laws Dad. They didn't want it. My sister suggested me and I took it all too happily! I'd always wanted one but price kept me from buying. This one was obviously waiting for me, and me for it!
Jani
I will have to post a picture of the original "mailbox" from Wartburg Seminary in Dubuque Ia on my blog sometime. The labels by each pigeon hole were written in German with a quill-type pen when we first got it. Now they have worn away. We got it for free because the Sem was just going to toss it. It Is A Treasure!!
Oh how I love stories of rescue. We are all American Pickers -- and some of the best Recyclers around.
Jani -- A spinning wheel -- of course it must come to you, a fairy tale always in the making...every child will have such memories of your home.
Barb -- yes, you must some day post the picture & story. It sounds lovely.
Kari
Oh to have a man to help you find things!
But I have to say, on the way to getting our Christmas tree, I saw a beautiful rocking chair sitting by the road.
I asked if we could PLEASE stop to get it on the way back, as we had the Truck!
We were just passing by it, when I remembered- you know, those trees get you thinking about other things-
when I said- PLEASE???
He actually turned around, Pulled into the drive way (I usually stay on the road!), and I was able to grab a small dresser, too.
When I hopped back in, he said, why didn't you take the footstool, too?
:)
I didn't go back, but now wish I had!
Oh the joys of picking!
LOve your blog!!
Mary-Jo
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