I adore this little print. It's so happy and carefree. Makes you just want to jump in there and sit on that wall with them and sing along.
Here is an old peom for those who eagerly await spring after the cold.
From a 1904 poem book called "Heap O Livin"
The Ready Artists
The green is in the meadow and the blue is in the sky,
And all of Nature's artists have their colors handy by;
With a few days bright with sunshine and a
few nights free from frost
They will start to splash their colors
quite regardless of the cost.
There's an artist waiting ready
at each bleak and dismal spot
To paint the flashing tulip
or the meek forget-me-not.
May is lurking in the distance
and her lap is filled with flowers,
And the choicest of her blossoms
very shortly will be ours.
There is not a lane so dreary
or field so dark with gloom
But that soon will be resplendent
with its little touch of bloom.
There's an artist keen and eager
to make beautiful each scene
And remove with colors gorgeous
every trace of what has been.
Oh, the world is now in mourning;
round about us all are spread
The ruins and the symbles
of the winter that is dead.
But the bleak and barren picture
very shortly now will pass,
For the halls of life are ready
for their velvet rugs of grass;
And the painters now are waiting
with their magic to replace
This dullness with the beauty
that no mortal hand can trace.
The green is in the meadow
and the blue is in the sky;
The chill of death is passing,
life will shortly greet the eye.
We shall revel soon in colors
only Nature's artists make
And the humblest plant that's sleeping
unto beauty shall awake.
For there's not a leaf forgotten,
not a twig neglected there,
And the tiniest of pansies
shall the royal purple wear.