Filling My Soul

I went to Grandma's Garden today.  It was only in the high nineties, versus the triple digits we're promised for the rest of the week. The kiddos were glad to see me, happily occupying themselves by pulling out the weeds which have completely covered the ground. It rained yesterday and the dirt was forgiving, easily releasing the roots,  to everyone's delight. 

The Most Wonderful Social Worker dropped by to tell me the SNAP-Ed folks had dropped off an irrigation system.  After losing their funding they are closing up shop, distributing goodies from their storage to those they know and love. 

The Perfect Principal thanked me for walking the littlest kiddo across the playground while rubbing his back and murmuring soothing nonsense about why he couldn't play with the hose. 

The high achievers are planning a unit on garden to table produce; their teacher asked if I had any ideas as she guided a line of scholars I'd watched grow over the years up the stairs.  I told her about the unused hydroponic systems languishing in the far end of the farthest hallway as she disappeared onto the 2nd floor. 

After 90 minutes,  I was exhausted. 

As always,  I'm in awe of those who do it all day. I'm grateful that they make me feel like family.