I am finished teaching --I still have a final exam to give and some other miscellaneous grading to do, but no more being on stage in the classroom. I am always very ready for summer break --I don't know if it's that I'm really tired after two semesters, or if it's more that the outside world is calling me (and needy) and I'd prefer to spend most of my time out there.
Rob brought home bags of top soil and compost a week ago, and Emma and I poured it into a raised bed he'd created last year but we never filled. This is Emma's garden, and she wants strawberries. In addition to picking up the strawberry plants, I let her pick out five packets of flower seeds to sprinkle in --although as Rob's OCD child, she didn't sprinkle. No, every little seed had to be carefully placed into rows. Seed rows had to be symmetric, with the same seeds planted on each side of the bed. Oh well, it's her flower bed, huh? :-) While she did that, I planted my tomatoes in the neighboring bed.
We bought three strawberry plants that are awake, and ten dormant ones. The plant markers in the center of the bed are where the dormant plants went in. And four snapdragons to symmetrically mark the corners :-)
This morning, as I was grading at the kitchen table, I was looking out at a freshly mowed lawn (that I mowed yesterday after work, such a sense of satisfaction because the grass was knee high and blooming in places) and this bed, with it's purple and yellow iris. Ahh . . . summer.