Last week as I sat sipping a coffee, I watched some creative kids create some abstract art. One kid was driving the tricycle and the other facing backwards, held a thick sidewalk chalk to a rear tricycle tire as they raced in circles.
Here’s the resulting artwork!
hopefully you’ll get a better sense of their method with the photo’s cropped version
Yes, it is!
Love and happiness always,
Your Ma
Throwback to 2013.
Trying to get that photo in the backyard with the grandkids and a puppy. Photographed by my DIL or her Mom. I can’t remember. I’m holding the baby doll in the second shot, you can see the hair. Six years sure went by fast!
You can drape a blanket over the back of a chair or two, add a pillow in the floor. Enter the tent you’ve created.
Magical half light.
Accompanied by a soft, huggable toy bear. Liftoff to space. A cabin in the woods. A racecar or castle. Whatever, wherever you wish it to be.
Durand, Illinois September 1, 1916
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cottontail. The ones who did what they were supposed to do. Mother Rabbit returning from market. And Peter. Looking enormous compared to the rest of his family.
No one I know, actively collects ceramic figurines these days.
Or wants to dust them.
But they look dear to me. I took them out from behind the glass to photograph them. Peter certainly is larger than his mom.
I know, two cute rabbit posts in a week.
Artist Bill Pfahl’s painting in the background.
One of my favorites. A sweet moment in my driveway, thirteen years ago.
Anna and her brother Michael.
The doll belonged to Laura and is now at her home with their cousin Charlie.
In the next neighborhood, my daughter-in-law found this Easter house. She drove me by today and took a quick snap with the old phone.
