Abundant Life: Winter Art

Friday, February 8, 2008

Winter Art

The kids both brought home fun winter-themed art from school this week. Ella drew the polar bear and penguins (pretty good for a 4-year old) and Sarah wrote the following poem:

Snow is white

Now it's winter.

Oh my! Winter brings whiteness!

White winter wonderlands are wonderful.

4 comments:

Stacey PFebruary 11, 2008 at 1:32:00 AM MST
Beautiful artwork! You must be very pleased...
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bclaireFebruary 12, 2008 at 1:40:00 PM MST
And you, also, but especially your kids.
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bclaireFebruary 12, 2008 at 1:40:00 PM MST
I love your kids.
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heatherFebruary 14, 2008 at 11:23:00 AM MST
cute :) been thinking of you this week...happy 10th anniversary!!
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Make up your mind to be happy-even when you don’t have money, even when you don’t have a clear complexion, even when you don’t have the Nobel Prize. Some of the happiest people I know have none of these things the world insists are necessary for satisfaction and joy. Why are they happy? I suppose it is because they don’t listen very well. Or they listen too well-to the things their hearts tell them. They glory in the beauty of the earth. They glory in the rivers and the canyons and the call of the meadowlark. They glory in the love of their families, the stumbling steps of a toddler, the wise and tender smile of the elderly. They glory in honest labor. They glory in the scriptures. They glory in the presence of the Holy Ghost. One thing I know for certain: the time we have here goes by far too quickly. Don’t waste any more time sitting on the bench watching life pass you by. -- Joseph B. Wirthlin

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When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. --Wendell Berry