Day 198
If I could dream up a perfect
kindergarten teacher for my kids it would be Mrs. H. Lucky for me two of my three boys happily sat on her carpet
and listened to her sing about chicken soup and springtime.
She has this way of bewitching
the kids that fascinates me. She
talks in a whispery voice so low at times you need to lean in to hear. She never raises her voice but still
manages to guide children to make good choices.
Every morning I send A. on the
bus confident he will have a wonderful day.
My youngest graduates to first
grade in less than a month.
Gulp. First grade. It’s a touchpoint in a parent’s life to
have one’s “baby” more on with the “big” kids. Ready or not, it’s coming. But no more kindergarten means no more Mrs. H. I can hardly stand it.
Her room mother for the past two
years, I want to do something special with the patch of dirt near the
kindergarten playground. An unused
20 X 5 foot patch of dirt, it’s got potential. I’ve heard Mrs. H. mention on more than one occasion her
desire for a butterfly garden.
It’s a perfect day to start that
project.
Maybe it’s my training and years
working as a reporter, but if I don’t know what I’m doing, I go to an
expert. The boys and I visit
Natorps, a local gardening center, where a very helpful and knowledgeable
staffer sketches out a plan. It’s
full of fragrant lavender and bright-colored hibiscus. Perennial geraniums invite butterflies
to visit. Sweet-smelling liatris
encourage them to stay. Butterfly
bushes anchor the space.
We don’t dig today, but we’ve
got a plan. If you have a plan,
it’s a start.
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