Imperfect

They’re creepy and they’re kooky,
Mysterious and spooky,
They’re all together ooky,
The Addams Family.

Some may think they are imperfect with all their quirks and cracks… but I think…

they are absolutely perfect!

Perennial


I’m just a mean green mother from outer space
And it looks like you been had
I’m just a mean green mother from outer space,
So get off my back ‘n get out my face,

Cause I’m mean and green and I am bad!


Pics from my set design

Stay




For every Bird a Nest --
Wherefore in timid quest
Some little Wren goes seeking round --

Wherefore when boughs are free --
Households in every tree --
Pilgrim be found?

Perhaps a home too high --
Ah Aristocracy!
The little Wren desires --

Perhaps of twig so fine --
Of twine e'en superfine,
Her pride aspires --

The Lark is not ashamed
To build upon the ground
Her modest house --

Yet who of all the throng
Dancing around the sun
Does so rejoice?

-Emily Dickinson



                

                
            

                                
                                
                                

                

                    
Swept

                

                

                	
“I must get these leaves swept away before the North wind blows,” thought Mother Bear. “When the North wind blows, bears get sleepy.”

Not so for baby bears!  “The North wind won’t catch me!” squealed Baby Bear.

Mother paused for a moment and smiled, as she  remembered her own dance of the autumn leaves.  “I hope it never does Baby Bear, I hope it never does!”


 I hope you’ll take a moment to go to Scholastic’s  Read everyday Lead a better life Contest and vote! My poster is one of 1o finalists and the winner will be chosen by an online vote and  is open until Monday! So please take a minute and vote!    Thanks!!!


http://opinio.scholastic.com/opinio/s?s=5869


                

                
            

                                

                

                    
Shadows

                

                

                	
“Hildilid dragged her heavy cauldron to the fire so she could boil away the night.  She ladled it, stirred it, simmered it, bubbled it, and burned it, but she could not boil away the night.”