When I woke up on Saturday morning to this
my mind ran through the possibilities of free, creative play for my winter-weary children. I made a quick phone call, and off we went, sketchbooks and green markers and pencils in hand, to our local greenhouse
where we breathed in the green of growing things. Our eyes thirstily drank up the lush variety of leaf shapes, and some of us got up close to draw the designs of Mother Nature.
Everyone picked out a plant to take home (the kids ran towards the cacti, whereas I grabbed some pungent herbs to liven up our late-winter menu.