Sunday, September 30, 2007


My good friend up north, Miss Foolsewoode, has 'tagged' me...oh, a game of tag!! So I get to copy these insightfull blogging tips, then add my own at the end... so here we go! The * tips are my favorite...

1. Look, read, and learn.
2. Be, EXCELLENT to each other.
3. Don’t let money change ya!
4. Always reply to your comments.
5. Blog about what you know & love.
6.* Don’t use filthy language-buy a dictionary.
7. Blog about something educational.
8.* Be yourself; others will follow.
9. Don’t have too many blogs that will become a chore to maintain.
10. Keep it simple, user-friendly, interesting and organized!
11. Keep the blog simple and sweet!!!
12. Share with others your thoughts and don’t be shy!
13. Never ask for link exchange. Blog hop to increase traffic.
14. Don’t clutter your blog with ads all over the place. IT’S IRRITATING.
15. Don’t comment for the sake of commenting. Some looked too fake and its a big turn off!
16. Share something interesting and you will gain more readers.
17. *Show that we care to all bloggers, treat each other as friends.
18. *Pictures say a million words. Keep them coming!
19. *Blogging should be fun or you’ll get tired of it pretty soon.
20. *Don’t think people will come to your blog if you’re not willing to pay a visit to them.
21. Everyone loves read short posting and best, illustrated with a picture.
22. Try not to publish more than 5 posts in one blog a day. Even if it’s from feed reader, it’s quite hard to digest and catch up reading everything.
23. Blog: the other window to peek into people’s life, minus the trouble. Keep a certain level of privacy to yourself.
24. Never tell your readers that you are going on vacation. That’s basically telling them to not visit your blog for a week. Instead, write several posts, and take advantage of the timestamp feature.
25. Try and write with people in mind that are “somewhat similar to you”. Allow your audience to identify with your blog and feel “at home”.
26. The key to a good article is a good introduction. A joke, a question or a picture does wonders.
27. If you are looking to earn an income blogging read and, you will be amazed at what you can learn.
28. Write for yourself first. Remember that it takes time, effort, patience…and above all, daring. [The Laidback Buddhist]
29. Photos for your blog should always be shot in the RAW! No, not in the buff, but in RAW format. That leaves you a lot more room to play with your subject. Finally, make sure not to step on your subject (see below).
30. Blog about what you’re interested in, and what you want to share. And it’s your blog, you make your rules, which is why I can make 2 suggestions, I make the rules here.
31. Don't try to impress anyone...or write to anyone else...stay true to matter what that looks like.

and mine....
32. Let your passion be your guide.

Now it's MY turn to play tag! So.... I tag two of my favorite bloggers:
Jolene of 'Give a Family Tree a Shake...'
Jassman of 'Follow Your Bliss'
Ladies, simply copy this list, star your favorite ones, and add your own tip at the end... Thank you for playing 'tag' with me........... YOU'RE IT!! : )

Saturday, September 29, 2007

A Buzzy Kitty, He Is...

What a beautiful day it has been! I made a trip to a new nursery (for me) and found some wonderful gifts for some friends of mine...I'll show you in a minute. A quick trip to the grocery store found my perfect pumpkin just waiting for me to put him in my cart, so I did! And a little friend of his! Gambit has to check this out, of

First gift is a pair of lantana, for my friends, the butterflies! Now, I'm not a fan, really, of lantana, but those sweet insects are...and if I want them to grace my garden, then lantana it is!

And this gift was for the baby Gamby and his sis, Bella.... catnip!! As you can see, I haven't even gotten it into the garden, and Gambit is already in love!

Speaking of Bella, once again... these two show up and it's a frolic in the garden! She's a mess, and totally happy!

For me, I bought some baby zucchini plants. I'm going to try my hand at these guys. I'm hoping to make some zucchini bread from them!

Good grief! Such help, they are....


I also picked up some crook-necked yellow of my favorites!

This little guy was talking the whole time I was out in the garden... I think he was chewing me out! "Hey lady!. How about refilling my feeder with some fresh nectar?!?!" Okay, okay!

Oh oh! Someone found the planted catnip!

He can't resist it!

..... my cat with a buzz......

Tomorrow, more planting.... I think seeds, this time. Sunflower, sweetpea, nasturtium....
oh, happy dancing in the garden in Autumn!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Shine On, Shine On Harvest Moon...

Yes, it's that time of year of my favorite! Tonight is the rising of the full Harvest Moon. It's carries this distinction because it is the full moon occurring closest to the autumn equinox - which was three days ago, on Sunday.

What sets tonight's full moon apart from the others is that farmers – at the climax of the current harvest season – can work late into the night by this moon's light. It rises about the time the sun sets, but more importantly, at this time of year, instead of rising its normal average 50 minutes later each day, the moon seems to rise at nearly the same time each night. Farmers have used this lunar light to their full advantage to pull in their crops for centuries and it's probably one of the most romanticized moons of all.
So step on out tonight for a minute. Grab a glass of wine, a pale ale, or whatever suits your fancy. Take a few minutes to look at the heavens and watch one of nature's best show. I'll meet you in the moonlight.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Being Busy...

Jane's sermon caught me off guard today at church. I always love her sermons (this woman is amazing!) and she challenges me in so many ways when I listen to her wisdom. My thoughts did drift around some though; fall thoughts... on and off. And I was just about ready to wrap things up when her last five minutes pulled the rug out from under me. The wisdom was this: my life isn't over. There are better things ahead for me. The path that I have had to journey down these last few years doesn't end with the withering of myself. There's more ahead ... there's more in store. Keep busy being born, because if you aren't busy living.. you're busy dying.

So, in honor of it being the FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN (does her happy dance!), I stopped by Starbuck's for a newspaper and a treat. Instead of my usual, I indulged in a iced pumpkin spice latte and a pumpkin scone... how autumnal! I brought my fall issues of eye candy along, but never opened a one. Instead, with a Michael's coupon in hand, I headed out for some yarn and a new pair of knitting needles to begin a much postponed project. Shhh... it's a secret.
I really had planned on beginning my project, but Miss Garden Spirit had other ideas. So, I was compelled to tackle my back garden today. I guess there was a trickle of inspiration left over from yesterday's forray in the working off that indulgent latte and scone!
Dragging out a not-used composter, I whipped up a wing-it recipe for some compost. My good friend over at Simplicity Wins has her own little compost pile in her lovely garden. Every time I'm over at her adorable place, I always inquire about how she does it, maintains it, uses it. So a quick call to the Compost Queen, and I was ready to try my hand. Coffee grinds, leftover vegetable scraps, yard clippings, pine needles, some soil and some water and I think I have something brewing!
My back garden was oh, so happy to get some much needed TLC! My intention with my irises was to merely clean the brown leaves off and shape up the green ones. But irises are an ornery lot. They tend to call the shots, not you. Soon, instead of just sitting still for a little trim, they were popping out, roots and all! Good thing. They needed to be divided, the rotten ones tossed and a good cleaning and trimming to each. They are going to dry out for a week, then I'll tuck them back into the earth for spring's show.

Such a help he is....

... and the ever-loyal companion...
all enjoying the fall breeze and temps!

Much was accomplished. Two bushes and a tree trimmed. Weeds and grass pulled out. A dried-up, gray rose bush dug up; it's withered form having stood lifeless for two years. It was planted almost fifteen years ago when we bought this new home. But this symbol of love - blooms of yellow and pink - had died long ago and now sits discarded in the trash can. The irony of it not unnoticed by the tender of the shovel.

A snail vine sinks its roots into damp soil, tendrils stretching up strong arms, while bunnies play tag in the shadows.... a breeze carries a tune not found on my ipod.... the tune of 'Hi! Where the heck have you been?!?' by the little hummingbird who calls this yard his. Planes on approach dip their wings as they bank. Ants, following their simple brain's instinct to save their species, attack me multiple times; trying to save themselves from extinction. Garden ornaments washed off and repositioned. Trash dragged out to the street. A snake of rubber coiled up until the next watering.

Layers of clothes pealed off and left on the patio. A shower of cool water and rosemary-mint shower gel. A pumice stone to return black back to pink.

Why does it seem that getting in dirt helps to remove the dirt from our lives .. ?

Today, I was busy living.

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Fall, Foliage and Felines

For the first time in about seven
'Saturday's', I felt like doing something other than just sitting on my butt doing nothing. It takes a bit of adjusting to a new school year, and Saturday's have been a day of recuperation. But not today!

Today was an early rise with puffy clouds and a hint of rain skipping on the breeze. The forecast was for a good chance of showers, which it has not. But the beautiful sky, a good breeze and temps below 100 degrees brings out the 'fall' in everyone! Ok, so we have to fake it here in the desert, but work with me, will ya??!

A trip to Home De-Pot was in order. Thoughts of working on my backyard garden, bags of soil and bark, and the temptation of fall flowers that had half a chance of living for more than five days had me jumping in my car and heading out in the early light.

Unfortunately, Home De-Pot had gone to pot in their flower department. Pitiful, I tell ya. So I grabbed a few hefty bags of soil and headed out for greener nurseries.

Better luck was had at Lowe's. Some mums, snapdragons (one of my favorite!) and two snail vine plants soon had a new address.

It never fails.
No matter where they are when I begin digging in the dirt, two cats appear! How do they know it's garden time? Oh... wait a minute. I think they think that I'm fancying up their litter box! Bella checks out the flowers.... so what do you think, Bella?


I sense some indignancy in her look....

Ahh...but her brother, Gambit, seems very content with whatever accessories I've brought home. Such a cutie, this guy is! He seems very happy with the spruced-up garden in the front.

Did you get that cats??!!?? It's a GARDEN!!

Tomorrow is the first day of my favorite season.... AUTUMN!! I hope you have a wonderful beginning to such a homey time of year.
Happy Fall all!

Saturday, September 15, 2007

I Work At A Failing School

I work at a failing school.

Two weeks ago, schools in my state received their grades. Yes, schools receive report cards, too. Some are labeled ‘highly performing’. Others receive labels of ‘performing’. While others are labeled as ‘failing’. These labels are based on the percentage of students (typical, special ed, Title 1, etc.) who take annual standardized tests with and/or without accomodations. If the scores haven’t made enough gain, or ‘annual yearly progress’, we are labeled as having failed, according to the federal government's 'No Child Left Behind' act. If this dubious achievement is made two years in a row, then people are brought in to show us the error of our ways, teach us how to teach, how to administrate and get us back on track so that our tests scores rise; a sure indication that we are teaching children.

The problem is the laws behind two acts, the N.C.L.B. act and the IDEA act for special education, conflict with each other; thus making it nearly impossible for our school to achieve what the the federal government wants. Because of N.C.L.B., an act made by people who have never written a lesson plan, nor conducted a parent/teacher conference, nor taught the sound that ‘ea’ makes in a ‘cvvc’ word, our school comes out as an under-performing school on paper. Yes, our scores are not the highest in our district. Yes, there are ebbs and flows in tests scores at different grade levels from year to year. But our scores hold their own and often rise in many areas; thus indicating progress and growth in our students. But...

I work at a failing school.

My school is a melting pot of ethnicities, economic statures, demographics, religions and cultures. Vietnamese, Muslim, Mormon, Catholic, white, African-American, Hispanic, Title 1, independently wealthy, home owner, apartment renter, homeless, cabin-in-the-mountains. Let’s not forget the uniqueness of our students, either: autistic, emotionally disabled, diabetic, epileptic, having rheumatoid arthritis, artificial limbs, blood disorders, heart conditions (one of which can lead to instant death), skeletal anomalies, learning disorders, scars from multiple surgeries, Asperger’s syndrome, attention deficit... to name a few. Other characteristics include families consisting of two moms, no mom, no dad, no mom or dad, boyfriends, current girlfriends, parents in jail, grandparents, ex-spouses. All of these families make my school’s community rich, educational, diverse, and welcoming.

But I work at a failing school.

Because of my school’s demographics, we often have needs and situations arise that other schools might not encounter. These situations have a profound impact on a child’s ability to learn. You see, just because ‘Johnny’ walks through the classroom door in the morning doesn’t mean that Johnny is ready or able to learn. Often times, Johnny comes without breakfast to feed his brain and allow him to learn. Often times, he comes tired, having been up part of the night due to a parent’s alcoholic rage, taking care of younger siblings or staying up late playing video games with parents unaware. Just because Johnny is physically here doesn’t mean he’s mentally here. But my teaching responsibilities remain the same; to give him the best education for that day that I can and to make him feel good about himself, believe in himself and treat others around him with kindness and respect.

You see, I work at a failing school.

Several years ago, a kindergartener was dying of leukemia. Her father, a single parent, had quit his job so that he could be by his daughter’s side and take care of her during her final weeks. This created a hardship; both financially and mentally on this man. Our hearts were aching as we watched this little girl’s decline to the point she could no longer attend school. We felt beyond hurt for this father who was losing everything. So, on each Wednesday, students and staff brought in their pennies; every week. Each classroom had a decorated can for ‘Penny Wednesday’ and we would put our pennies and dimes and nickels and quarters and even dollar bills into the can. Then a classroom would collect all of the money and count it up. This money was given to this man to help pay his rent, buy groceries and pay for the medical treatment his daughter received as she died. And die, she did. But our school dug deep to help a father through his horrific journey and try, in some small way, to ease the burden of his heavy heart.

I work at a ‘failing’ school.

One of our student’s mother was pregnant. This family was financially strapped. There was little money to pay for basic groceries; let alone anything extra. Unfortunately, the mother experienced some problems and was told that the baby she was carrying had died. She needed a medical procedure. She had no insurance or the money to pay to have the necessary treatment needed. Our school staff found out about this and within a day, money was available to pay for this grieving mother’s procedure. We couldn’t change what had happened to her baby, but we could take care of her. And we did. Because...

I work at a ‘failing’ school.

Each year when we return from Thanksgiving weekend, there is a Christmas tree in our front office. Tags hang from the boughs bearing the age and desire of a member from our ‘Christmas family’. A new bike. A sweater. Socks and underwear. A doll. A football. A nightgown for the grandma. Simple gifts needed for a family with so little. Our staff clears the tree off in a matter of days; tags taken for an upcoming shopping trip. The tree stands naked but for the lights that bear promise of upcoming generosity.

Then one morning, boxes begin to appear; festooned in bows, Santa Claus, red and green wrapping paper. Gift bags sprouting tissue paper with secrets tucked deep inside for that special little girl or boy...or grandma. More boxes and bags appear. They begin to spill out from under the tree and around the secretaries’ desks. They stack upon themselves. They smile at you as you walk by...of future glee, shouts of joy and promises from a jolly old elf who fancies a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.

Last year I had the distinct privilege of sitting on the office floor with our secretary for several hours one Saturday morning, carefully matching up tags with gifts and writing out labels with family names. A few days later, she and I loaded up our two cars. Packages, bags, boxes and oh yes... three bikes. We drove over to the house and met grandma; the matriarch of the home. We explained that we had gifts for her grandchildren for Christmas and we began unloading Santa’s sleigh. When we left, her humble living room was filled to the brim with a Christmas that otherwise, would not have happened. She hugged us with gratitude in her arms and tears in her eyes; ours matching hers.

But I work at a ‘failing’ school.

The parents of some beloved children were having serious marital problems. These problems escalated to the mother being raped at gunpoint by the husband. The father was arrested. Mom and the children were safe for the time being, but money was scarce and the electricity was turned off due to lack of payment. In distress, one of the children confided to their teacher of the trouble at home. Nothing more needed to be said. Within a matter of hours the electric company had their money and the electricity, and dignity, were restored to a home that was hurting.

Yet, I work at a ‘failing’ school.

Some intermediate students were having a difficult time finding the purpose and value to doing their nightly homework. What's the point? Why do it? Why waste my time? And besides...who cares anyway? Loss of recess, backlogged assignments, a poor grade on a report card...all had little effect in motivating these students to apply themselves to better themselves. As is the norm, staff met to discuss what could be done to encourage these students, to help them find a purpose. And then, an unlikely incentive was found. These students had the opportunity to earn a box of food for their families. Suddenly, homework was being completed on a regular basis. Assignments were turned in on time. And each Friday, these students went home with a box of food in their arms, a beaming smile on their faces, knowledge in their minds and a deeper sense of self-worth in their hearts.

But remember, my school is failing.

I work at a ‘failing’ school.

Our school had a much beloved teacher on staff. She had been there for years and families continually requested her to teach their children and siblings beyond. Her husband had left her years ago, and she was the loving mother to three sons; two of whom had serious medical issues. She was a modest woman and had spent her time, energy and money supporting her sons and herself the best she could. This beautiful woman became sick several years ago. Dealing with several illnesses, she continued to come to work and teach these children whom she loved. She would cruise around campus on her motorized scooter, never complaining, always smiling and always full of beauty. Our staff quietly found out that her home was in need of some serious repair work; something that she was too embarrassed to share with anyone or ask for help with. So, with hearts and hands, our staff performed the original “Extreme Makeover” for this amazing woman. Carpet, paint, was all done by our staff ‘after hours’ and on the weekends. The final result was a home made beautiful and comfortable. It is where this beautiful spirit spent her final days; surrounded by labors of love. Her loss, to this day, is still profound to us.

I work at a ‘failing’ school.

We have something at our school called the ‘Tiger Buddy’ program. Students in need of mentoring, friendship or just a buddy are matched up with a staff member. Several times throughout the year, we all get together for a breakfast and spend some time just visiting and talking. Often, the staff ‘buddy’ will treat their Tiger Buddy to a lunch at MacDonald’s, a birthday present, a Christmas present, or just a hug.

The sad truth of the matter is that more and more of our students are in need of this mentoring. Due to situations in their lives, these students are dealing with difficulties that make life tough. Each year, the number of names turned in to the committee to be paired up with a staff mentor increases. This year, as has been in the past, the number exceeded the number on our staff. So some kids went without a mentor... right? Not at my failing school. Our secretary’s two grown children were there Friday morning, meeting their new Tiger Buddies. So was our school nurses’ daughter. And a teacher who left last year to stay home and raise her new baby boy was back, baby stroller and all, to greet her Tiger Buddy with hugs and smiles.

I work at a ‘failing’ school...?!?

Two young brothers were facing the prospect that their gravely ill father might not make it over the weekend. Their mother was by her husband’s bedside at the hospital. But when Friday night came, she was upset. She had no one to watch her two boys over the weekend while she was at the hospital. Since the boys were so young, they weren’t allowed into the ICU to be with their mother or father. She couldn’t leave the boys alone; yet, she wanted to be with her husband should this be the end. When the two teachers of these boys found this out, they set up a schedule where they took the boys for the weekend so that mom could be with her husband. The boys went swimming, to MacDonald’s, played with the neighborhood children, went to a pumpkin patch and picked out their Halloween jack-o-lanterns, spent the night, had pizza, played games. Sunday night, when one of the teacher’s drove the boys back home to be with mom, she had good news. Dad was doing better and the doctors were cautiously optimistic that he would eventually be well enough to come home at some point. She thanked and thanked the teachers for taking care of her boys during this difficult time.

I work at a 'failing' school?!?!

I could go on and on about my school. How not just the academic needs of the student are meet by extremely qualified teachers and staff, but how the whole student is cared for, as well. How new clothes and shoes find their way onto little ones. How medications are arranged for. How services are directed. How support is given. How teachers tutor students in need of extra help. How character is built through self-esteem, self-achievement and respect for our country and ourselves. A school where 1/3 of the student body is not in our boundary area – where parents request to bring their child to our campus because of who we are and what we do for their children! I work at school where respect, integrity, dedication and community guide our path. Where the whole child is embraced – not his test scores.

To some standards, my school may appear to be failing. To some criteria, my school may appear to not be making the grade. To some, my school isn’t making enough ‘progress’. To some, I work at a ‘failing’ school.

Oh, really...

... do I ?!?

Sunday, September 09, 2007

My Dirty Little Secret

Yesterday I sat on my butt and did nothing. I mean nothing. Other than crash from the last few weeks of school. (Teachers don't sleep or eat well during the first 6 weeks of school nor do they have any energy left for the weekends. It becomes reduced to a matter of 'survival' during this time.) So, I had to redeem myself this morning with a trip to the grocery store. Now, I always wipe down my fridge when I bring home new groceries. I have always thought that the inside of one's fridge is very telling of the family. Perhaps I developed this line of thought having lived with a very alchoholic father. You opened up our fridge and a case of Budweiser always greeted you. It was the only thing docile about the brew. Our refrigerator silently gave away what the blood of my family was. So I like to keep mine pretty clean and organized.

Today, I came trucking home from the store with bags in hand and a washcloth to wipe things down with. Then.... my dirty little secret taunted me ... again. I started to ignore it, like I always do, but when I did, it had the nerve to laugh at me!! My refrigerator door was, once again, snickering at my lack of attention.

You know what I mean. We dutifully wipe down the shelves, throw out the limp celery, the leftovers gone bad, the 'what-the-hell-is-this??' tupperware stuff. By the time you finish all of that, you glance at your door with its assorted bottles of ketchup, jelly, olives, salad dressing ... and the thought of tackling it TOO is just more than you can muster. Besides, you probably have other important things to get to, like check email, do a load of laundry, pay bills. So you ignore the door. You shut it quietly, knowing that the little refrigerator light will go out as soon as you close the door...thus submerging your dirty little secret into darkness once again.

Well, guess who's having the last laugh!?! After dismantling, scrubbing, Comet-ing, wiping, throwing out 3/4th of the contents, drying and reassembling, and even lining the shelves with folded paper towels (!!! - good lord, next I'll be putting doilies on the backs of my living room chairs!) I now have a door that no longer snickers!

.... ?? Shhh... What's that sound??? Ahh... I think I hear the garage giggling.....

Saturday, September 01, 2007

She Came!! She Came!!

The minute I got up this morning, I could tell that she had been here!! Yes!!
The 'Fall Fairy' sprinkled her magic on us today!!

My door is framed with a beautiful autumn garland, complete with mini gold lights that glow my doorway as night falls. Fall Fairy hung a grapevine wreath with the prettiest gossamer ribbon on it and she poked a bat to spook my terra cotta pumpkin! He seems rather unphased!

Oh look! Squirrel Nutkin has come back! And he brought his acorn candles with him! He always remembers his way back home each autumn.... such a good little squirrel!
something smells so good in here.....

She didn't..... she DID!

My favorite fall candle - I just love the scent, the label, the name! So appropo, don't you think? That sweet little fairy....

Oh, and here's Jack! She must have gathered him up from the pumpkin patch! He's all decked out and ready for cooler weather.

Now just look at what she sprinkled among my pine cones by my fireplace.... sweet berries and autumn leaves of gold, orange and crimson! Do I have to put it away when winter comes? I love it so! Hmm.. we'll see what the Winter Fairy thinks of it when she visits.

Fall Fairy was VERY busy in my kitchen... such fall festiveness everywhere I look! My baker's rack is full of fall... with such a cute little pumpkin teapot! I may have to make a yummy recipe from that tempting cookbook and a pot of tea to go with it. Would you like to join me?

Well, what do we have here? I think I'll be making some pumpkin-corn bisque for this little treasure - complete with a leafy twig ladle!

What was that you asked? Oh's a favorite recipe of mine. Actually, I have two really scrumptious 'soups' that I make in the fall. The other is my famous Potato-Corn Chowder.

You would?? Why I'd be happy to share them with you! Let's me get my recipe cards....
Potato-Corn Chowder
1/2 lb. bacon, diced
2 stalks celery, sliced
1 medium onion, diced
5 potatoes, peeled and diced
2 - 14 oz. cans chicken broth
1/2 pkg. (about 2 cups) frozen corn
1 can evaporated milk
1/2 t. rosemary
1/2 t. tarragon
1/2 t. season salt
1/2 t. pepper
1/4 t. nutmeg
1 bay leaf
1/2 c. finely shredded cheddar cheese
Cook bacon in dutch oven over medium heat until crispy. Remove bacon with spoon. Pour off fat, but leave 1 T. in the bottom. Add onion and celery; cook about 5 minutes or so until tender. Add bacon back in. Bring broth to a boil in a large pot. Add potatoes and cook until tender. With potato masher mash potatoes right in the pan. Add potatoes to dutch oven with onion, celery and bacon. Add corn, milk seasonings and bay leaf. Cook over medium-low heat for 30 minutes. Stir in shredded cheese and stir until blended. If needed, add more chicken broth to bring chowder to desired consistency. You want it to be thick like a chowder; not watery like a soup. Serve with crusty bread and enjoy! This is awesome the second time around, as well!

Oh, Fall Fairy! I love these so! How did you know that my
nutmeg-laced coffee would taste even better in these oh, so cute mugs!
Fall Fairy, I guess you knew that I've been keeping watch for my favorite season of the year to arrive. I guess you knew that the heat and humidity has made my little mid- western heart yearn all the more for cool days, slanted sunlight, and early evenings. I guess you knew that I'm tired of summer foods, and am longing to make a batch of something warm and comforting in my orange Le Crueset pot. I guess you've sensed a little girl excitement to be able to enjoy my favorite time of year for the first five years. I guess you've heard my quiet thoughts of gardening, cleaning and planting when Fall Break shows up in my lesson plans. Fall Fairy, I guess you just knew that there was a little abode anxiously waiting for your special day this month....and you decided to visit us early.
Fall're the best!!