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is officially Kansas, I know.

But, as the saying goes, we're not in Kansas anymore. But remember those seed we planted a while back, in the wet gloom of April? Well, now we've got a little bit of Kansas blooming on the terrace:

Thumbnail image for IMG_0488.JPG Hey! While you're here, why don't you click on the link for the juice box jungle, over there, on the sidebar. Go ahead...what the hell else do you have to do, really?



Hope II

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Remember those seedlings from a few weeks ago?

IMG_0287.JPGThe economy still stinks, Joel Klein still makes me livid, the house is (still/always) a mess, my children still regularly try to kill each other. But so far, as Monty Python might say, these aren't dead yet.

Happy Spring!



Hope

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It's end the of the semester, which means haggard students, crying students, students explaining that their computers died, their grandmother died, their dog died. Liam's school is gearing up for the benefit auction this Friday, which means lots of volunteers, lots of emails, lots of back-and-forth...and it's been raining pretty much non-stop for the last ten days. A recipe for grumpiness on all fronts. 

The last time the sun shone, sometime in late April, the boys and I planted seeds - pumpkins and sunflowers - and put the little cups of dirt on my windowsill, hoping the seeds would sprout. Given the lack of sunshine, I figured I'd be doing one of those bait-and-switch operations, in which I run out to the farmer's market, buy seedlings, and tell the boys that these are what grew.

But then this morning:

IMG_0241.JPGCorny, but true: I always find this first appearance amazing. Something green and growing appearing from nothing but dirt and water (and a little gray daylight).

So all morning, as I've been scurrying from task to task, the last lines of Robert Frost's poem "Putting in the Seed" have been running through my head:

...Love burns through the Putting in the Seed/On through the watching for that early birth/When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed/The sturdy seedling with arched body comes/Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs.

See? Don't you feel better now too?



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