It's been a while, but I am back to blogging.
The end of the year is always a bit of a whirlwind for teachers. Open House? Check. Report cards? Check. End of year assessments, field trips, and activities? Check. Cleaning out the classroom. Check, check, check. Now it's official: school's out; summer's in!
Call is kismet. Fate. A good omen for the months ahead. The stars were definitely aligned when I headed outdoors on the first day of summer vacation.
There, I picked my very first warm, ripe, and juicy tomatoes of the season. There's just something special, almost startling, about the eye-popping, fire-engine red of a ripe tomato against the leafy green backdrop of its foliage that screams to be picked and devoured. As I gently placed the tomatoes in my gathered apron-front, I reveled in the thought that I could eat these beauties anytime I wanted to, not just at the 10:50, 1:15, and 2:10 recess breaks. Now that's freedom! Sigh.
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