The poem and the memories inspired today's collage.
The chickens got in there because there are white chickens in the poem, and we had chickens, too. Ours were mostly Rhode Island Reds.
Yes, that's me and my brothers in the wheelbarrow. I guess we'd have a hard time fitting in there now! And, can you imagine my Dad's face if we asked him to push us around in the wheelbarrow???
I might need to try that, just to watch him sputter! Have a great weekend, everyone. See you back here again tomorrow.