Ah, isn't everything more beautiful in spring time? I, for one, know my outlook on life is a whole lot brighter. It's nice to be able to walk to school without a coat, have dinner on the porch at dusk, play in the yard with Pokey. I can really relate to those who suffer from seasonal depression; in fact, I think I could easily fall in this category. I'd be horrible in Antarctica, wonderful in Aruba.
Today we took our drawing class outside to study architectonic forms. While it was wonderful breathing in the fresh air, none of my drawings of the landscape around us were turning out very well, so I decided to shift gears and focus on one my students instead.