Lovely Boot

On Christmas a lovely little sister of mine gave me purple leg warmers. They were neatly packaged on a piece of boot shaped cardboard. As I was tossing all the wrapping paper and packaging away, I couldn't toss the boot. Sometimes being an artistic person comes with a cost, the inability to throw away garbage, but then again, what is the definition of garbage? So the boot shaped cardboard was transformed into a beautiful boot (now I want a real pair). During the transformation the realization hit me, so this is why artist have studios, so their bedroom isn't covered in tissue paper, paper, glue and paint!

"In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love." -MARC CHAGALL

Pretty Toes, Blue Sky and Leaves

"I don't espire to be an especially great artist, being an artist is great enough for me."

-Someone

Sugar bags!

Here is my creation, a lunch bag made from sugar bags.

Fall hayride

We waited excitedly for our neighbor's hay wagon to stop at our house. Finally farmer Bob pulled up and everyone rushed onto the wagon. Greated by our neighbors with cheerful hellos as we climbed abord. Everyone moved over to make room for more blankets and chattering children. We soon spied to basket of cookies and thermos of hot chocolate in the corner, everyone's face lit up even brighter. After a slightly frightening turn around by our house we started off on our fall hayride. We rode smothly past cows and pastures, and then bounched through the state forest with the sun glittering through the trees. Everyone was smiling and talking about school, their children and life. All was as bright as the day around us. Eventually we stopped in the woods and jumped out of the wagon to eat cookies and drink hot chocolate. "Lids for the little children to keep them from spilling on themselves," I was told. The sun was sinking slowly as we stopped at our house and climbed back down out of the wagon. Happy for having such a wonderful time, sorry to see it end. I jumped out last because I was stopped by our neighbor and my arms were filled with cookies. "I hope it is enough." She said. "I think it is," I said, I couldn't possibly have carried more. "Don't take them all!" Cried my friend Transformer. "Don't worry," we all assured him, "there are plenty more." Fall makes me think of plenty, plenty of sweet things that make my life cheerful and bright. Plenty of friends, plenty of cookies, plenty of love filtering in through the dismal parts of life.

Fall Joy

Take joy home and make a place in thy heart for her. -Socrates

The cutest alien in the galaxy and the itsy-bitsy spider