I just went to practice cello, and well, I sucked at it. I was really on a roll, getting really good, and then I got obsessed with gardening.

Note to self-practice at least 20 minutes a day or you will still be terrible. I don't want to be terrible at cello.

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Spring is almost here and I can feel it in the air

Well, my sweet little organic seeds are not doing their job at the rate that I would have liked, but I am still anticipating a great summer garden. During my spring break, which starts today, I plan to build garden beds and a new enclosure for both the hens and the chicks. The hens have discovered my new compost bin and have taken to scavenging in it for treats. They are not tidy. I will be kicking them out of my garden bed/compost area and giving them their own yard.

In my spring excitement I have decorated my fireplace mantel with lovely little decorations. I'm quite proud of it.



The official first day of spring is tomorrow, but I'm getting a jump start.

May the sun shine down on you, too.

Gardening with Kids

In two school days our after-school garden club has filled up with a waiting list. There's nothing like putting "FREE" and "after-school" on a flyer to get people's attention, huh?

Even though there was an ease of joining this club, there are so many people excited to be a part of what we're doing. It makes me feel really good and takes away some of the frustration I feel at times for the kinds of food we're feeding them in the cafeteria.

Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution

This is so fantastic and inspires me to do more at my school.



http://www.jamieoliver.com/about/jamie-oliver-videos/jamies-food-revolution-trailer

The Dog.

Oh Dolly. She's only 8 years old, but senile like a beloved Grandma that wears her bra outside of her clothes. Dolly has the unfortunate habit of eating cat poo and scrounging for things that are altogether not good for her, and it makes her even more sick. This weekend we thought we would have to put her to sleep. It's been a back and forth sadness. We even said our goodbyes. Then she woke up this morning the picture of health, besides the still senile part.

I'm home sick with her. I can genuinely not feel guilty for taking this sick day, because my heart and head are so sick with agonizing over this little dog. She's the dog of a million second chances. First adopted by our dear friends the Jeremiah's in 2002, she came to live with us permanently in 2004. Well, when they got back from their year trip abroad we nicely said "we don't want to give her back!" They obliged, saying she was really ours. What a weird little animal, really, a dog that irritates yet is so cute you forgive her.

I'm overwrought and exhausted. And she lies next to the portable heater, saved.

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