“Were you painting outside?” asked my husband. He knew the answer. 
And it wasn’t that one of our resident woodchucks had awakened and marched outside dragging paints and a brush.
A rediscovered, unused set of acrylic paints had awakened me. I gathered a handful of brushed and dashed outside to my canvas: the snow.
Flicks of red, arcs of green, drops of blue, inclusive of animal tracks. The brushes were too small to get the effects I wanted. My hands froze without gloves. But it wasn’t the final product that mattered, it was the desire to try something new and enjoy the fun of self-expression.
Most children feel this way, too. They like to enjoy the freedom to express themselves in new ways.
If they paint in the snow, let them see how their art changes with lower temperatures.
Teachers, lead your children to fling around some paint today. Parents or grandparents? You come, too.*
*Phrase borrowed from The Pasture by Robert Frost (c. 1915)
Education Spring 
Very nice. Another winner. — George
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Paint flinging! One of my favorite creative practices. Thanks for the reminder of how fun it is to mess around* with paints.
*Phrase borrowed from The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame.
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