We found a toad in our garden. I have no idea how the toad got there. I have never seen a toad anywhere in the wild here where we live. Ever. Yet, sure enough, one shows up in our backyard veggie garden. Strange. And, of course, the first thing that the Monk wants to do. Touch it. Then keep it. Ah...no. So, toad got put into a bucket and carried safely to the local creek that runs up through the park up the street. Since the toad would not become a part of our family, the Monk decided that he would immortalize his new friend through an artistic rendition (I actually drew the body, but the styling is all his own). I love that he is so willing and wanting to draw the things that are around him. He enjoys capturing his imagination and the life around him on paper (often with very elaborate stories do go with his sketches). As an artist myself, I can't help to beam with pride at his creativity. It makes my heart glow.
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