This Weekend’s Chalkboard Art

Our outdoor chalkboards continue to be some of my favorite things about summer.  I love walking toward my deck in the backyard and seeing scenes like this one, and I love how the rain washes them away and we start something new together.  I love how everyone participates in their own way, little by little, adding things to the picture, or illustrating the words written on the chalkboard.  Lately on the big horizontal board I have been leaving a drawing prompt and watching what happens.  On the square chalkboard that faces my hammock hanging from the back crab apple trees I write  special words, a statement or phrase I want to ruminate on.  Sometimes it’s a quote, sometimes something from Scripture, other times just a word or idea written in brightly colored chalk.

I really want a chalkboard in my bathroom, just a medium sized one with a white frame.  I found the perfect one today, actually, but Dr. Peds is adamantly against it, protesting that he’s sure he’s allergic to chalk dust, and probably The Banana is as well.  He adheres to the notion that it would be too dusty even though I have no plans in erasing away dust . . . just washing the board off with a cloth.  Ho hum.  I’ll just suffer without it, since he is generally very good and doesn’t cook with onions and garlic when I’m home.  Everyone in this family  is entitled to a few crazy restrictions that they can impose on the rest of us.