Today is the birthday of Beatrix Potter. If you’ve not read her books, you really otter. I painted this image on my laundry room door. Now everyone knows what that room is for.
‘If I felt like it, I could make friends with a spider, too.’
That illustration down there from Beatrix Potter’s The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin certainly got my attention when my mother read the story to little tiny me.
The hills of Clover are nice and green. When both moons are full, it’s a sight to be seen. Square patchy sky, pass swiftly by. Yield redness to evening’s moon gilded sheen.
This is Johanna Spyri. She was born on this date in 1827. She wrote HEIDI. So, in her honor I made this tiny rhyme: 186 years ago she was born yodel-a-e-oh
Where The Wild Things Are is quite a good book. If you haven’t read it, you should take a look. Or go to the opera. They made one, you know. It’s a rip tearing snort of a sing songy show. You’ll enjoy it best from the very first row.
Who is this fellow? Do you know? He was born on this date 94 years ago. He had a fine talent. By that I stand firm. You can take it from me or the lowliest worm. (Richard Scarry)
Mrs. Tulip went to town to buy a brand-new evening gown. The first she saw was sea foam green. A lovelier sight had never been seen. So said the salesfish, standing by, fins on hips, twinkle in her eye. ‘I’ll take it then!’ cried Mrs. Tulip. ‘It’ll match my daily afternoon julep!’
Did we look for the mouse hundreds of times, my toddler son and I? You bet, and gladly I’d do it again, given the chance to try.
Had Mother’s Day been around and about in the 1800s, Edward Lear would have had to compose 2 loving limericks to celebrate the day. For you see, Edward was the 20th child born to Ann and Jeremiah Lear. Yes, you heard that right. And yes, that’s Ann #1. Ann #2 was Edward’s eldest sister, 21 […]
