“Give me the end of the year and its fun When most of the planning and toiling is done;
Bring all the wanderers home to the nest, Let me sit down with the ones I love best, Hear the old voices still ringing with song, See the old faces unblemished by wrong, See the old table with all of its chairs And I’ll put soul in my thanks giving prayers." Edgar A. Guest..
Going Home…how lovely are those two words at any time, but especially at this time of year…say it softly to yourself…“Going Home”…
This painting is a little more abstract than the others…a little more impressionistic, to evoke the feeling of snowy, blowy weather, even in the depths of a pine forest… the child is eager, and both figures though purposeful, are unfazed by the weather…they know they are going home…. Watercolour on Arches Not Paper…Ontario, Canada….