|Some may see a storm rolling in but I choose to enjoy the brilliant blue sky behind the clouds.|
The School Garden has been in place for just over a month now. While the majority of the feedback we've received has been positive, the negative comments are the ones that seem to stick with me. Instead of letting the comments fester and turn into something ugly, I stopped and thought about the reason for this project in the first place.
Rob and I envision The Garden as a place where children can come to wonder and question and observe nature. Where mistakes can be turned into learning opportunities and all points of view are welcomed. Where the effort is more appreciated than the outcome and celebrations held for the smallest of victories.
The children come to the garden every week bouncing with enthusiasm and prepared to work. Delightful cries of "Mrs. Terry look, it's a food growing!" or "that sprout wasn't there last time, look how big it is!" send me reaching for the tissues every time. When parents pick up their children and share with us how their child was excited to tell them everything they learned about in the garden or how their children are happy to start and tend their own small gardens or cup full of seeds I know in my heart we are are the right path in our journeys.
Yes, I know the pumpkins aren't doing great right now. I can see for myself that there are bare spots in the cucumber bed. It's okay that the beans the children planted directly into the bed aren't in neat rows and don't look as picturesque as some would like. The gardeners are children and children make mistakes. It's okay. They are learning by doing and having a great time doing it. If you choose to see the good in what they have done you will be amazed.
|Bean plants flourishing.|
|Beans sown directly into the beds last week!|
|Ms. Menno's class squash that grows inches daily.|
|Companions sunflower and morning glory|
|Ms. Menno's squash from the bug's eye view.|
|same bug's point of view from a different angle.|
|Squash stalk the size of a redwood, it's all a matter of perspective.|