"Yesterday the twig was brown and bare; Today the glint of green is there; Tomorrow will be leaflets spare; I know no thing so wondrous fair, No miracle so strangely rare. I wonder what will next be there!" --Liberty Hyde Bailey
Spring has again graced our community. Our side of the earth faces the sun and we smile. Those of us in education, both students and teachers, look toward the coming of summer and a time for rest from the daily grind and hard work of school. As much as I love summer, I find myself lingering and enjoying this spring season more than I remember. Perhaps as I grow older, new life seems a bit more elusive and sacred. Perhaps this past winter seemed unusually dark and foreboding. At any rate, whether it is due to my aging or the darkness of last season, I find myself seeing this spring with new eyes of wonder and filling me with renewed hope.
We have studied many cycles in fourth grade this year . . . the rock cycle, the water cycle, life cycles, the cycle of the earth around the sun and the earth spinning on its axis from day to night and back to day. Our plant is filled with cycles. Volcanos spew out new rocks from melted ancient rocks. Water evaporates into the sky and returns to us in the spring rains. The earth turns toward the sun and the producers of this world turn from brown to green. The various consumers of this world build nests for their young, fill the air with various mating and territory calls and in general, make a mad scramble to care for the future generations that will need to survive a winter that is sure to return. Our planet is always in motion toward a place it has been before and yet it has never seen. Every spring something brand new will grow and every winter something newly old will die. It's a pretty amazing planet.
|Our bulb garden partitioned off as an array.|
|A monarch raised in our class last fall.|
Peace and Love.
"Come with me into the woods where spring is advancing, as it does, no matter what, not being singular or particular, but one of the forever gifts, and certainly visible." --Mary Oliver, Dog Songs