Kinder Garden

12 06 2013

School’s out and my garden is blooming.  I, of course, am reflecting on the past year while looking at the various blooms from my back porch when that tired old metaphor pops in my mind.  You know the one: children grow like flowers, blooming in the fertile soil of…blehhh.  Let’s not even go there.

Yet, looking at the flowers with the dazed numbness left behind from a crazy two weeks, I start to see personalities emerge.  One by one, former students populate my garden.

Bee balm: the flower pops with personality and a student begins to take root in my mind (hang on, this is fertile ground for puns).  Here we have the most noticeable one of the bunch.  You can’t miss him: not only does he stand tall, the bright red color draws your attention. The fiery petals stick out from the top like a Mohawk, screaming “Look at me, I revel in my craziness.”  Bees, hummingbirds, and butterflies compete to befriend this wild character, who would be glad to take over the entire plot if allowed.bee balm

Easter lily.  So white, so free of blemishes that it almost hurts your eyes.  Clean.  Innocent. Perfect in every way. I almost feel the need to bow down before her.  Give her a halo and she’d be set.  Yet I don’t know if I’d want a garden full of these.  I rather like the variety pack, the wild flowers sown haphazardly.easter lily

Here then is the zinnia.  I didn’t plant her: she just grew where her mama dropped her seeds.  Playful, bright, and cheerful, she doesn’t take herself too seriously.  Accessories?  She’s got them and knows how to use them.  She adds color to the garden, but if I’m not careful, she’ll grow where she shouldn’t.  Yes, a little guidance is needed to keep her on the right track.  By the end of the season, her leaves becomes a bit jaded with a grey ash; the hot humid conditions of a crowded garden get to her.  Not to worry, she’ll be ready to go the next season, putting forth her best face as she makes the best of her situation.garden experiments 130

Gladiolus.  Their very name screams at their awesomeness: “I’m the one, aren’t you GLAD I’m here?”  They were planted for a purpose, and that purpose is to wow everyone with their color and delicate structure.  “Show and tell? It’s all about me, so forget the rest.”  For all their showiness, they need support or they will crash.garden experiments 126

Cosmos.  Year after year, my garden glows with these bright orange blooms.  Spindly, they haven’t quite grown into their bodies.  Like the zinnias, they grew from last year’s seeds, underfoot and in the way at times.  Until they bloom, I’m not quite sure if they are flower or weed, but when I see their familiar orange smiles, I know I’ve made the right decision to let them grow.  By August, my garden is ablaze with these golden beauties, and when all the other flowers have dropped their petals, even up until the first frost, my eyes are still rewarded with their brilliance.cosmos

There are weeds in my garden.  I try my best to keep them under control, with varying degrees of success.  Then I remember it was Emerson who said  a weed is just “a plant whose virtues have never been discovered.”

It’s summer, and I’m seeing students in my garden. Yep.  I must be a blooming idiot.

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13 06 2013
mariefromtn

Love it! Only you would see students in your garden. I guess once a teacher, always a teacher. What a beautiful way to look at flowers and at students.

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