Changing a View

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This antique truck is in view outside the dining window. I like this old truck the way it is, but I had a little creative fun with it today. 

Around these parts, every farm keeps an old truck ( even if it is not used anymore) for sentimental reasons or for the historical value.

My sewing this week consisted of making curtains for the windows.  I cannot show you the inside of the cab area yet because there are a few more things I want to straighten inside. Since one of the windows had a crack in it, some wheat seed blew in and I have to remove that crop of wheat that is growing in the seat!

The curtains were installed  and next, the window box was wired to the handle of the door that does not open. The other door still works okay.

The refreshment area changed the scene well enough.

There is a canopy on the back, made by placing an old table cloth over a folding canopy frame.

There is still work to be done in the back, so I can't show it yet.  I am trying to decide what to put under the canopy.  If I absent mindedly lock myself out of the house, it would be good to have somewhere to go, so maybe I should furnish it well.

Such a nice contrast between that rusty truck and this fine china.

It did actually occur to me to do a sketch of this but after noticing all the details of the picture, I decided I didn't want to be a serious artist after all.

You will find some very pretty ideas for old vehicles and campers on Pinterest. Try looking for shabby trucks and see the innovative things people are doing!

Here is the new view, which will stay that way as long as the weather is calm.

While I was playing around with this view and making decisions about what to do with the truck, I remembered an old poem by Edgar Guest.  He was the poet of optimism. Certainly everyone, during some time in their life experiences doubts that can stop their ideas from becoming reality.  I think the third stanza in this poem is perfect!

It Couldn't Be Done

By Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
    But, he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn’t," but he would be one
    Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
    On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
    That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you’ll never do that;
    At least no one has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
    And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
    Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
    That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
    There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
    The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle it in with a bit of a grin,
    Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
    That "couldn’t be done," and you’ll do it.

I found a very interesting story about the life of Edgar Guest and how he came to write verse. Paste this link in your browser to read it: 

http://allpoetry.com/Edgar-Albert-Guest

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