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Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Scribble Picnic–Bird

     We're blessed to have many trees around our house, which also means many birds. My husband likes to grow birdhouse gourds and hang them up for the wrens. Their chattering, which I love to hear, goes on and on throughout the day this time of year! We also have a large rock in our backyard. It has somewhat of a basin on the top, so when that is kept full of water it attracts a wide variety of birds–finches, robins, bluebirds, wrens, sparrows, orioles, cardinals, bluejays,...
     Many years ago my brother who lives in the city mentioned "how noisy" it is here in the country after the birds woke him with their early morning singing! He wasn't really complaining, just commenting!
     I already posted this drawing of a ceramic bird figurine from a class I took years ago, but I'll share it again, as it's one of my favorites. 

     And just because, here's a quick little colored pencil sketch of a bird of no particular variety.

Joining Michael at Scribble Picnic for this week's bird theme. Fly on over here to see the other birds at the picnic.

Thursday, June 08, 2017

Mail

I love getting handwritten mail, but that doesn't happen nearly as often as it used to. I suppose that is partly due to the fact that I don't write letters like I used to either. Used to have a pen pal; would exchange letters with a cousin; stayed in touch with good friends when we moved after elementary school; wrote to new friends met at various conferences; wrote to my parents after I struck out on my own; there were a few letters exchanged with my now-husband the summer before we were engaged; and I sent out a Christmas letter, usually with at least a short handwritten note added at the bottom, for years and years. Hmmm... sounds like I should round up my stationery, notecards, and stamps and put pen to paper again!


Linking up with Scribble Picnic for this week's Letters/Mail theme

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Books

     I wonder how many hours of my childhood and youth were spent with a book in hand? It had to be MANY, as I recall books received as gifts; walking (or riding my bike) the two and a half blocks to the town library at least weekly; A Fish out of Water; the Nancy Drew, Donna Parker, and Annette series; bringing home books from the long, low classroom shelves; reading the stories in old school reading books over and over on my own; book reports; ordering paperback books from the flyer brought home from school; reading in bed, in a tree, in my "hide-outs" in the garage and basement, in the car,... How fortunate to have had that privilege!


     I'm so glad that our oldest grandchild (nearly four now) has loved books from the time he was very little, too. He just may have been my inspiration for this week's Scribble Picnic theme of books! You can read and see what others came up with here.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Potted Plant–Peace Lily

     This past week has gone quickly, with it suddenly being the deadline for joining this week's Scribble Picnic. I've always had potted plants around, even before striking out on my own. Probably one of the first I had was the sturdy philodendron. I know we had an airplane plant around when our son was little, as I recall him getting hold of one of the shoots and pulling the (thankfully lightweight) pot down on him and his walker. We probably did some rearranging after that, after cleaning up all the potting soil! Funerals have been the reason for the acquisition of several plants. I know we ended up with peace lilies after the funerals of at least three, and I think all four, of our parents. Here, with no current bloom, is a last-minute drawing of one of the peace lilies.
You can see what others in the picnic have growing here.

Wednesday, May 03, 2017

La Puerta

     I spent most of yesterday in a classroom as a substitute teacher. The class? High school Spanish! Do I speak Spanish? Not much, though I have learned some basics through an app on my phone. Fortunately, the school is linked to another in the district for distance learning, so the aide at the other school was able to lead anything that actually required knowing the language! Keeping order and handing out quizzes at my end of the district were my main requirements.  There were some items in the classroom labeled with vocabulary cards, including... the door! Perfect, since that is what I needed to draw for this week's Scribble Picnic, and I ended up with enough free time to draw it in my sketchbook!

Open the door to drawings by others in the picnic here.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Winter Swing Tree

     Have you ever climbed a tree? I hope so! Many, many childhood summer hours of mine were spent up in the branches of a big (elm?) tree in our side yard. It was huge. Well, most likely it wasn't–but from my perspective then it was! Dad, probably with the help of one or both of my older brothers, secured some flat boards (a small door?) a ways up in it. 
     The platform was just big enough for two children to sit on. Sometimes it was just me and our cat. Usually I was by myself, and could stretch out and imagine the hours away, enjoy whatever breeze came by, "spy" on the neighborhood, read (probably a Nancy Drew mystery), make endless plans in a spiral notebook,...  Dad also secured a rope a few feet out on the lowest sturdy branch. The knotted rope was just long enough that a brother or friend could reach up and throw the end for you to catch as you stood in the crotch of the tree. Then you could swing out as Tarzan, or a pirate, or... 
     We moved at the end of my grade school years. I wonder if the platform and rope were still up when we left.
     Our own kids enjoyed a railed platform that Benny built between some trees. It had a short slide out from one corner, and covered a sandbox. He has also put up various swings for them (and us) in several different trees over the years. One tree in particular earned the title "Swing Tree" for its just right branch, height, and location. That tree is still at the end of our driveway, but sadly the perfect branch on it succumbed a few years ago to too many ice storms.
     My drawing is not of that particular tree, but it's what came out of my pencil. I don't believe this swing goes very high, but it might be just right for some very young ones. The tree is waiting for Spring and their arrival!



Linking with Michael at Scribble Picnic for this week's theme. To view more trees swing over HERE.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Scribble Picnic–Ladder

I keep thinking I'll get something posted between Scribble Picnic Wednesdays, then here it is time again to finish up a new sketch and get it posted. So, before I do that, here's a follow-up on the previous post. You'll be glad to know that it appears that "Little Bunny Foo Foo" has repented of his bad behavior and has been given another chance at being a good hare. I caught him hanging out in our yard this evening, looking quite contrite among our dandelions. (Oh dear, but those do need some serious attention!) No field mice in any apparent danger!

On to the picnic, where we've been thinking about ladders. My first thought was about a "ladder of life," but no, none of us know how tall or short that ladder would be. Maybe a ladder that goes on and on and on...., kind of like the never-ending to-do list that most of us have, but no, too depressing and how would I show that? Or maybe a crazy one that goes up, then over, then slants up, then..., but no, a bit too complicated. Ladders, hmmm... I've certainly been on my fair share of them. Sometimes to change lightbulbs, sometimes to try to clean accumulated grunge from ceilings, many times to hang wallpaper or borders, and numerous times to paint walls and ceilings! So here you have it. A rendition of the trusty folding stepladder, ready to hold a bucket of paint and a painter to add some color to that plain, white wall!


To view more ladders climb on over HERE!

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Scribble Picnic–Rabbit

I remember attending a day camp in the 1960s.  I'm sure the leaders put much time and energy into all the fun activities for the day.  About all I remember specifically is learning through song about a little bunny who had a penchant for misbehaving.  When he came to mind this week, thought I would see what he looked like when I put him on paper!

There are some variations of the song, of course, but this is the version I remember. Don't miss the moral of the tale at the end!

Little bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head

Down came the Good Fairy, and she said
"Little bunny Foo Foo
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head."
I'll give you 3 chances,
And if you don't behave, I will turn you into a goon!"

Little bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head

Down came the Good Fairy, and she said
"Little bunny Foo Foo
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head."
I'll give you 2 more chances,
And if you don't behave, I will turn you into a goon!"

Little bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head

Down came the Good Fairy, and she said
"Little bunny Foo Foo
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head."
I'll give you 1 more chance,
And if you don't behave, I will turn you into a goon!"

Little bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head

Down came the Good Fairy, and she said
"Little bunny Foo Foo
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head."
I gave you three chances and you didn't behave....
POOF. She turned him into a Goon.
The moral of the story is:  Hare today, goon tomorrow!

Linking with Michael at Scribble Picnic for this week's theme.

To view more rabbits hop on over here!

Wednesday, April 05, 2017

Scribble Picnic–Grandfather Clock

Our oldest daughter and grandchildren #1 and #3 have been here for a few days, so I didn't find/take time to get out my drawing pencils. Instead, I dug out the old water color paints left over from our own kids' younger days, and Andrew and I set out to have some fun.

So here you have it–my water color scribble of a grandfather clock! "Where are the numbers?" he wanted to know. I squeezed some in for him, but will stick with this version to post!

I need to change my blog format so I can reply directly to your kind comments. Not sure when that will happen. Perhaps that would also take care of sometimes needing to click on the photos to see them completely. (Lissa, Michael and Wanda, I did reply to your comments last week if you want to go back one post.)

You can check out grandfather clocks created by others here.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Scribble Picnic–Boat


I admit to having perused many images of boats before doing my take on this one.  Another fine challenge from Michael at Scribble Picnic.  I'm headed over now to see what other boats have been created this week!  Thank you to everyone for your kind comments over these past several weeks.  I'm having fun!