We started out warm this morning and by the time
my class was reading A Winter Walk by Thoreau,
it was pouring outside and the temperature had
dropped. We stopped our read aloud and looked
out to the greyness over the pond. Yes, there is
pond where we meet for class. Thoreau's "Walden
Pond" in our minds and our hearts cheered as we
came to the end of the essay.
Winter is still here with the cold returning but Spring
flowers are up looking about.
Doing this right now and thinking about my herb
garden this summer: