It has been a hard winter, tough spring. Every day we hear that this is the coldest or wettest it has been in umpteen years. It is hard to tune out the loud gong of complaining.
But then there is this – those fresh little shoots, pushing up through the soil, promising to become plants if only I will help them along. And I think of our students who come to us timidly, hesitant about a new teacher, a new classroom, new classmates. Now we are at that time of year when we are saying goodbye and hopefully taking some time to reflect on the growth we have seen this year.
Yes, I do think these little shoots will grow into basil plants and that by summer’s end, I will have a lovely pesto dinner to celebrate.