Rainy Day

Rain showers my spirit
and waters my soul.
~Emily Logan Decens

Watercolors

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor,
summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
~Stanley Horowitz

Spring

Spring is nature's way of saying, "Let's party!"
~Robin Williams

Indoors or out, no one relaxes in March,
that month of wind and taxes,
the wind will presently disappear,
the taxes last us all the year.
~Ogden Nash

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter...

...Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
~Author Unknown

Kindergarden was in an uproar when the
Leprechauns turned over chairs,
caused havoc, and left behind both a mess and footprints!

Scientific Jelly Bean Research.

Like Mother, Like Son.

Super Mom

Every child is an artist.
The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.
~Pablo Picasso

Young Love

From Evan's "Future Wife" Emily.
Ah, love at the age of 5.
Scarier even is that he's been in love with her since he was 3.

Anyone can catch your eye,
but it takes someone special to catch your heart.
~Author Unknown

Another trip around the sun...

Believing hear, what you deserve to hear:
Your birthday as my own to me is dear...
But yours gives most; for mine did only lend
Me to the world; yours gave to me a friend.
~Martial

Star of the Week.

Portrait of a Friend

Every artist dips his brush in his own soul,
and paints his own nature into his pictures.
~Henry Ward Beecher

I Luv you too.

Winter Book

We worry about what a child will become tomorrow,
yet we forget that he is someone today.
~Stacia Tauscher

Scarecrows are crow scarers.

Scarecrow, by Judy Dawson & Evan Strebel, ages 60 and 5 respectively.

Is it still Winter in your heart?

Is it still Winter in your heart?
Do you refuse another season's start?
The birds have all flown from my trees
They've gone away with all my yesterdays and used-to-bes
Is it still Winter in your heart?
Let flood the light
Let the curtains part...

- RCPM

Winter

O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
~Percy Bysshe Shelley