A few minutes ago I was walking about on my lawn. I hadn't really explored my back yard in the three weeks since school started. It was still there. We'd had rain last night and the lawn carried that warm, damp spongy texture as I walked upon it [barefoot of course...is there really an alternative?]
Water droplets glisened on the grass...mostly showing green hues...and reminding me of God's presence. [I'm trying to describe the thoughts that were in my head ten minuites ago~bare with me].
I love that late summer/early fall feeling . Winter hasn't won her war of death and there is still growth. The nastursiums and the impatient flowers were in full bloom despite the loss of the rose of sharon. My new baby peach tree and her garden mates were still showing health and promise. All my rose transplants have leaves.
I guess gardening makes sense because I'm the eternal optimist. To me, coaxing some half dead thing back around is success.
To continue with my randomness I scanned some old pictures in. One was of 3rd grade. Mrs. Green was my teacher. The best one I had; the only one who knew I was a slacker. I brought up Mrs. Green yesterday to a student. Asked him if he knew how to check his subtraction. Told the class how Mrs. Green had taught me and how she was the best for being tough and loving. Then one of my girls pipes up: "Like you." What a sweet compliment, b/c honestly, I wasn't fishing for one there. I hope I do live up to Mrs. Green's standards of teaching: being demanding, trusting the students, letting them take ownership, using humor and love. That's what she did.
