Assortment

Love's Beauty

 

 

Sigh!

My lace-edge hankie is right here close.

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Have a lovely weekend, friends! I'll be seeing fairy tales...

 

 

Then, There's This...

 

 

Shel, Shel, and more Shel! When there have been no less than three of his books floating around the house, with no less than three boys' noses stuck inside, something's bound to come of it (besides the laughter, of course).

How 'bout a poem, Silverstein style?

 
~written and illustrated by the eleven-year-old boy

 

 

Sketch

 

 

Remember this post?

I do.

I hardly knew when I wrote those words what was coming just around the corner.

A drawing class.

For me?

Yes.

And? 

The art teacher became my friend! A hang-out-together-with-sketchpads-pencils-pens-and-markers kind of friend! 

Can you believe?  

I hardly can at times, but its true. We'll sit down to a table covered with shells, feathers, pinecones, mushrooms, nests, books, flowers, and maybe even cups of tea, and we'll begin to sketch. (Though sometimes we get to chattin' so that we forget to draw, but, you know, that's to be expected.) And I'll try drawing something, and I'll like it. Then I'll try drawing something else, and I won't. Sometimes I'll want to scrap the whole thing and start over, but she'll encourage me to just keep going. So, I do, and somehow, a picture with life in it comes up off the page. It may be wonky, warbly, amateur life, but it's life indeed.

I'm amazed.

 

And, yesterday?

I did what I said I wanted to do.

I drew disrobed boughs etched into ice-milk sky.

See?

 

 
 

 

 

 

What have you been wanting to do?