As I sit here freezing at the shore in South Carolina(!), my mind wandered back to the heat of the summer and my grandson stopping for quick snack. He had one of those squeeze pops of ice and was salivating as he opened it, and I managed to sneak a photo knowing it would eventually be painted. but this could be any boy or girl, I guess.
The love for children expressed in Longfellow's poem The Children's Hour came to mind;hence the title. This little watercolor sketch will grow into an oil painting when I get home.