Join me this month as I write a slice of my life each day this March and join many others sharing slices at twowritingteachers.com. My students will also be slicing this month and you can find links to their daily blogs HERE.
Typical Colorado. Yesterday we awoke, expecting snow and found blue sky. By noon, the clouds rolled down from the mountains and the first flakes began to fall. It snowed sideways, the wind piling up an inch of wet snow on all north-facing surfaces and in waves upon the ground. It got cold last night and it was a chilly morning taking my daughter to her first gymnastics class ever. But when we came out, the sun had melted the snow not hiding in the shadows, and the air smelled of spring and an outdoor excursion.
But, it's Sunday afternoon...work time. And the blue sky, bright sun and promise of spring are calling to me. I don't want to work all afternoon to be ready for next week.
"Stay and work in the garden," the yard calls.
"I have lessons to write," I explained as I backed out of the driveway, waving at Clara and Susan.
|Actually me, draining a nice putt|
"Play some disc golf," the course at the park yells as I approach it.
"I have rubrics to finish and some projects to research," I reply as I zoom by. "Maybe on my way home if I have time."
"Yeah right," the course mocks.
"Grab your harmonica and come walk along the wetlands behind the school. We can harmonize!" the first red-winged blackbirds of spring trill.
Sigh. I shoulder my bag and trudge inside.
But I do have my harmonica
The disc golf bag is in the back of the car
And I'm done with my Slice
Garden photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/raizesyrayos/4092310132/">Raizes Y Rayos</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/">cc</a>
Blackbird photo credit: <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/61210501@N04/8530112570/">corvidaceous</a> via <a href="http://photopin.com">photopin</a> <a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/2.0/">cc</a>