Rosemary Wells' birthday is January 29th! Did you know...
It look 7 years to get her first book published.
Rosemary started to draw when she was 2 years old.
She illustrates with pencil, colored pencil, gouache, pastels and ink.
It takes her 2-10 months to write a book.
To browse Rosemary Wells books at HTFL, click here.
Let us not forget the real meaning of Memorial Day. It is not just the start of the summer season, and a time to have picnics and barbeques, but a time to remember our fallen heroes, our nation's military who have given their lives in the service of their country.
Dedicated United States military men and women are serving around the world every day. Please keep them, along with our deceased service men and women, and their families and friends, in your thoughts and prayers on this holiday.
Ode to the Sparkling Icicle
Oh how the water trickles down branches
And forms you lovely, sparkling icicles.
But when winter is over, you melt,
Until next year.
Oh exquisite, elegant icicle.
Ode to Cinnamon Buns
You are a lovely roll up of cinnamon and cream,
How you melt in my mouth, when I bite into you,
You pair perfectly with the Sunday morning routine,
Oh sweet morning treat,
What would I do without you!
We made it through the winter, kiddos! During our LAST week of the winter session of Lego Club, we learned about the Pony Express (holiday that takes place on 4/3) and built our own ways to deliver the mail. We had quite the creations today! See them for yourself below:
This was our LAST week of Lego Club while the children's room takes a break to plan for our Spring Programming cycle, starting Monday, April 28!
On Saturday, May 10, from 10:30 to 12 noon, come join us for FAMILY LEGO MANIA in the Community Room! We will have legos for all ages as well as games and refreshments. For more information, stop by the children's room desk!
I Tried to Catch a Butterfly
I tried to catch a butterfly
I know I cannot tell a lie
So here is how the story goes
It is a long one; it ends at your toes
The butterfly flew over a large plain
And landed in a horse's mane
Then it soared over the trees
I had to protect myself from angry bees
The butterfly fluttered over a flower
Just then came a heavy rain shower
It flew over a pasture and rested on the fence rail
While up from the ocean dove a large whale
The whale greeted us happily, then returned to the water
But not before introducing us to her father
In the end, the butterfly flew away
I'll just catch it some other day