![]() ![]() I love hearing the doorbell ring for trick-or-treating, I love baking special dishes at Thanksgiving, and I love decorating for the winter holidays. It also won’t surprise you, that I, like many of you, think holidays are wonderful, simply because I love to celebrate and have fun. (I’m sure I’m not the only mom who pulled out a copy of Ezra Jack Keats’s A SNOWY DAY on the first snowy day of the winter.) Since I write children’s books, this won’t surprise you, but in my experience as both a reader and a parent of readers, books enhance just about everything. But I know how much more my kids would have enjoyed, and learned from, a book. ![]() That day we resorted to Wikipedia, which worked just fine for our purposes. Apparently, whatever presentation the tree people had given had not taken root. I knew very little about Arbor Day, but I knew from looking at my kids’ excited faces that I needed to fetch a shovel.Īfter the twigs, I mean trees, were planted in their holes, I asked the kids what they knew about Arbor Day. It was Arbor Day, and a nature foundation had given each child at our elementary school a twelve-inch twig (aka tree) wrapped in plastic that needed to be planted immediately. But there was a day about twelve years ago when they each came home with a tree. Most afternoons, my three school-aged kids got off the school bus carrying the same things they got on the bus with that morning: backpack, lunchbox, maybe a jacket. Groundhog Day Books, Valentine’s Day Books, and Beyond ![]()
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