Lately I feel as though I am running on the hamster’s wheel. When I am home, I am preparing for schools. If I am not at home, I am in a school working with teachers. There is no time in-between to sit back, relax, and enjoy the season. This doesn’t make for an interesting slice of life episode. So, this week I have taken on a persona of an inanimate object I can view from the window of my office: the pansies below the maple tree.
We are suffocating, does no one care? A few weeks ago we were plucked from the only home we’ve ever known (a black plastic box) and deposited under this tree. Life was great! What a view of all the comings and goings of the neighborhood. We’ve put down roots and just started to get comfortable when leaves began to fall. At first we thought, “These leaves are so pretty, maybe they will give us some warmth for the frosty nights.” A few are fine, but come on, this is ridiculous! No one can see how pretty we are. Everyone is talking about the colors in the leaves. Don’t they see how cute we are? We’ve got pretty colors too. Who will do something about this?
Vroom, vroom, what’s that? A leaf blower? No, it’s a leaf vacuum! We are saved! That amazing tool has devoured all the leaves and now we are back in our rightful place of being admired for our pretty colors.
The world thinks we are fragile, but actually we are very hardy. We will watch the neighborhood through all forms of weather. Blooms will vanish when the flakes fly, but they will be back when the winds warm the air in the spring.
