Ivar Art

Ivar spent the whole day working on drawings. All morning he was drawing pictures, "either from last summer or this next one" as he told me. He drew pictures of flying kites in the apple orchard, Rory mowing the "super long grass," a picture of our house and jeep and the garden. He told me of this garden picture that "Dad is picking carrots, those are the wood chips and those are your zinnias, and that's the garden (raised bed) that just had weeds in it." He's got an eye for detail.

This one was hard to photograph because he taped it to the ceiling above his bunk bed before I could get a good shot, but that's the barn with a goat in our goat pens, Rory driving the tractor and Ivar standing on "that part of the steps where the steps turn and go up higher. I'm watching Dad from up there." His artwork delights me to no end.