A House to Paint In

While in bluegrass country last week, we spent some time at the parentals' cabin.  Hiking, taking family rides on the pontoon boat, grilling on the deck, wading in the water, paddle-boating, and taking walks with Papaw in search of the "tricky fox".  The highlight though was the newly constructed art house overlooking the lake. 

Just a few steps from the water's edge,

Dad built a small, open air building. 

With granddaughters in mind,  

it consists of a little table and a set of chairs. 

What might one do in such a wondrous house? 

Well, art of course. 

So we painted. 

Every piece of paper that could be found and every rock became art.  Some foreheads, arms and fingers too.

And after each art session,

our masterpieces were left to dry 

while we dipped our toes in the water. 

Thanks, Papaw, for the way you love our girls. 

"I found I could say things with color and shapes
that I couldn't say any other way -
things I had no words for."

 ~Georgia O'Keeffe