Thursday, June 09, 2011
As the class progresses through the next 22 months, they will work in art, poetry, music, storytelling, theater, movement, curriculum development and a variety of other courses designed to bring creative, hands-on work into the classroom in every subject. As Fritz often points out, the object is NOT to train arts teachers, but to train teachers to use all the arts in all the subjects they teach.
When Fritz gave me the services of a landscape designer for our first Christmas in the new house -- Christmas of 2008 -- she told us that the third summer would be the first one that would be really spectacular in terms of fullness of the plants and their flowers. This is the third spring for the first part of the project we planted, the big English-style country garden that's right in front of our living room windows, and it looks as if she was exactly right.
That said, last winter had some very strange effects on our plantings. There was intense cold for a good period of time and then there were the almost continual snow storms, even some blizzards, throughout January and February. We lost some bushes and perennial plants and all of our mint (I didn't think you could actually kill mint!) but some annuals, plants like dianthus, covered by red flowers with white fringes, and dusty miller not only survived,
If you look closely and carefully at the top of the nest, the eye and beak of one of their baby birds can be seen. A little patience will reveal a wing or two of the others. The Phoebes are fun to have; they swoop around the house like swallows and when they perch on something (the trellis I built for the pole beans this year is currently one of their favorites) they constantly bob and flick their tails.
One of the best pictures I think I have ever taken of Starr, in typical mid-afternoon recline on my schedule book with her hind quarters on my laptop. This is a convenient pose for her because when I sit at the table and attempt to open the computer, she can easily roll over on her back asking for a tummy rub, which she always gets, because she makes it impossible for me to do much of anything else.
I will try sometime soon, before the heat dries everything out too much, to take a picture of the mint that I and my former lover planted around our house. (We planted it in the hopes that it would crowd out this vine that typically grows over and smothers everything.) The mint this year is about waist-high and lovely. :)