Looks like blossoms. Doesn’t it?
Noon, Monday March 18th Columbus Ohio – after last night’s snowstorm.
Grandson Michael plays Man #3 is his schools musical production. Annie. Laura and I got to see him on stage Friday night. We had a great time. For $1 you could get a flower and write a congratulatory gram attached with a ribbon.
The vase holding the flowers was a wedding gift from my friend Vincie, Erika reminded me.
Q: How many seeds does a teacher plant in a lifetime?
A: Too many to count.
That lone seed looks like it is floating to me!
There are lots of teacher gifts with apples and seeds and sweet sayings but I was thinking about how often a teacher sees the fruit of one’s labors from the years of teaching in the classroom.
Henry the Airedale sat serenely while Maura jumped around outside for a few minutes. She shed her coat. I had on wool socks, wool sweater, down vest and wool hat. I could hear my mother in my head, warning me about pneumonia weather or catching a chill. Maura thought that the sun being out and her running around made it an early Spring. She kept her hat on her head. Then put her coat back on. Brrrr. My hands were cold when I got inside.
Henry just sat there, taking in the fresh cool air. No “sit” or “stay”command given.
And no, I did NOT knit her hat.