“Is there any sign of spring quite so welcome as the glint of the first bluebird unless it is his softly whistled song? No wonder the bird has become the symbol for happiness. Before the farmer begins to plough the wet earth, often while snow is still on the ground, this hardy little minstrel is making himself very much at home in our orchards and gardens while waiting for a mate to arrive from the South.” FirstsLittlesStillsHomeEarthSongWaitingWonderSpringBirdGardenSouthSnowWelcomeSymbolsFarmersMatesWetHardyOrchardBluebirdMinstrels Author:Neltje Blanchan
“In a cement park across the street is this giant sculpture. It is a giant umbrella frame lying on its side. It's green. Stand under it, during a rainstorm, you'll still get wet - that's why it's art.” ArtStillsLyingSidesStreetsGreenGiantsParksWetSculptureUmbrellaCementRainstorms Book:What's Eating Gilbert Grape Source: What's Eating Gilbert Grape