tales of teacher-farm girl

to commemorate my first full summer living in the country, i listen. what i hear is the sound of neighbor's tractors as we all make a mad dash to plow. it's like a race, all of us casting furtive glances from acrage to acrage to see who has their garden in first.

and then? nothing but quiet.

when i managed to get the herb garden in today, the plants didn't call me "miss smith". the warm earth just tumbled in among their roots just so, it didn't scream or ask if it could go to the bathroom. as much as i love my students, weeding was a refreshing change because i could see the immediate results of pulling, raking the blueberries free from their previous entanglements.

by myself.

stay tuned for more stories from this country mouse.