....would you be mine, could you be mine? Won't you be my neighbor? Oh yes, today marks the 40th anniversary of the first national broadcast of Mr. Rogers on PBS. I don't know about you, but in a family that didn't grow up on tv, this was one of the few shows we were allowed to enjoy. There was a great clip on NPR this morning, featuring good old Fred speaking to us adults, saying that he likes us "just the way we are." I think that's a sentiment that's easy to forget. Here's a link to a tribute to Mr. Rogers, recorded a couple of years ago on NPR.
Another reason it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood is that I've begun to notice a lot of plants have started to bloom. It doesn't quite feel like time for spring yet, but the dogwood trees and daffodils around here don't seem to care. We have some beautiful winter rose bushes right outside our front door that are in full bloom: 
In the studio, I've been working on a couple of specific commissions, which are just about finished. While I enjoy creating something a bit different, I'm anxious to get back to making some of my "regular" work for some upcoming shows. In March and April, I'll be the featured artist in the Cabarrus County Arts Council gift shop, so that'll be the next project I'm working towards finishing.
2 comments:
You'll soon be singing, "you'll never go down the drain!".
Hey, that bush by your house is a camella bush. We have three of them and one just like that near our living room window.
I wish you where MY neighbor Amy!
Love, Jen
I wish you were mine too. There's a house for sale right across from ours......
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