Looking Out My BackDoor - A shift in perspective

This morning, Leo brought me a box of 24 jumbo Crayola Crayons and a pad with a dozen dry cakes of water colors. Along with the requisite brush. Just like we used back in first grade. Oh, also a tube of school glue. Little girl stuff.

Things change. When I was 6, our water paints came in a tin.

The crayons smell similar, but I know from coloring with my grandchildren that some essential ingredient is missing because the colors are not as vibrant as they used to be and the crayons do not slide across the paper with the same ease.

And we used jars of white paste that the boys licked off their fi...