White picket fences...
were all around my neighborhood where I grew up.
A Sunday chore, for the boys on the block,
would be to help paint the fence; along aside with their Dad.
you knew if someone was in trouble...
they were painting the whole fence all by themselves!!
My Grandpa grew "sweet peas"
a long side his white picket fence.
I couldn't imagine any other name for these peas...
They are simply sweet!
The question was brought to my attention...
Do you wish for a fence around our new home?
a white picket fence!
It holds such simply, sweet memories.
To me they say...
kick your shoes off, and stay awhile...
Altered Book Project
I really got playful...
created a dollhouse page.
explore art through child-like eyes!