Going to a happy place?

I adore this little print. It's so happy and carefree. Makes you just want to jump in there and sit on that wall with them and sing along.

Here is an old peom for those who eagerly await spring after the cold.

From a 1904 poem book called "Heap O Livin"

The Ready Artists

The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,

And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;

With a few days bright with sunshine and a

few nights free from frost

They will start to splash their colors

quite regardless of the cost.

There's an artist waiting ready

at each bleak and dismal spot

To paint the flashing tulip

or the meek forget-me-not.

May is lurking in the distance

and her lap is filled with flowers,

And the choicest of her blossoms

very shortly will be ours.

There is not a lane so dreary

or field so dark with gloom

But that soon will be resplendent

with its little touch of bloom.

There's an artist keen and eager

to make beautiful each scene

And remove with colors gorgeous

every trace of what has been.

Oh, the world is now in mourning;

round about us all are spread

The ruins and the symbles

of the winter that is dead.

But the bleak and barren picture

very shortly now will pass,

For the halls of life are ready

for their velvet rugs of grass;

And the painters now are waiting

with their magic to replace

This dullness with the beauty

that no mortal hand can trace.

The green is in the meadow

and the blue is in the sky;

The chill of death is passing,

life will shortly greet the eye.

We shall revel soon in colors

only Nature's artists make

And the humblest plant that's sleeping

unto beauty shall awake.

For there's not a leaf forgotten,

not a twig neglected there,

And the tiniest of pansies

shall the royal purple wear.