Picket Fence Living

Have you ever wondered if Norman Rockwell was a dreamer, or if his work was based off real life memories he expressed onto canvas?  Something about his work tugs at the heartstrings of America.  At least mine.  Is it his vision?  Is it his way of capturing ‘a day in the life of’ whatever it may be we look at, and see?  I have never researched him, or his work, I am just speculating.

Perhaps I romanticize that everyone sees the world through the same lens.  I have been accused of thinking life should be a Norman Rockwell painting, and told it is not.  This confuses me, because I do see life as a white picket fence of loveliness, and sometimes it just has a bunch of mud smeared on it.  There is nothing wrong with this line of thinking, if you have the guts to endure disappointment.  

How about circus mirrors.  If you think Norman Rockwell is in a fantasy world – how about good old circus mirrors?  I love those too.  They make us laugh and see ourselves entirely different than we really are.  It is just fun, that’s it.

Everyone wants a little chunk of the white picket fence life.  Lucky me, I found a chunk at a barn sale this past summer.  It needs a little bit of mud scrubbed off of it, and some white paint, and it will take its’ permanent home at the corner of my new cottage garden.  I am sure my fairy garden gnomes will be happy as larks.  

And who knows, it may attract a gardener.  I am just speculating again!