Drawing on imagination to pass time on a warm spring day
It was April and except for a few piles on the side of the garage, the snow in our yard was finally gone. The grass was still asleep but you could smell the earth coming to life underneath.
I sat on the porch wearing a sweatshirt and enjoying the warmth of the sun that drifted across my legs.
My sister was sitting beside me lacing up her sneakers. She had gotten a box of chalk for Easter and with my assistance, had a plan to draw great murals on our asphalt driveway.
As nine- and ten-year-olds, we could fill just about an entire day engaging in a project such as this.
Out in the garage I found a push broom and my sister directed me to the area she wanted cleared of sand and stones so we could begin working. Continue reading
