It is Thursday, May 28th and it is a beautiful Thursday afternoon. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and everything is right with the world. Well, almost right with the world. B’s out of town helping her mother (BTW, my favorite mother-in-law) transition back home. And, it’s somewhat quiet here – a lonely kind of quiet.
This morning I noticed B’s peonies had begun to open up and bloom. I made a note to myself to take a few photos and send them to her. Peonies are some of her favorite flowers, her mother’s, too. I did better; posted them to Facebook and then it dawned on me to share them even farther: here. I hope it cheers B and her mother up. It put a smile on my face.
W just finished mowing the grass and O is at a friend’s house swimming. I have a stack of papers to grade and tomorrow’s lessons to tighten up – it’s the end of the year and my students are counting – we are down to six and a half. I am working to make them count. I always have and always will, but it is more challenging at the end of the year because part of me realizes that much of my job as a teacher is finished and they have changed me almost as much as I’ve changed them.
It is difficult to believe, but this place – MakingtheDaysCount.org turns five tomorrow. I started the blog on a lark – and, believe me it was a lark – the day after school ended in 2010 – school ended earlier that year and I have been writing since.
Peonies also take me back to Aisnes-Marne and the late spring flowers of northern France. B loves to clip peonies and bring them inside, but she’s out of town and will be home tomorrow, or the next day. She’s where she’s needed and looking out at the flowers will have to do, for now. In time.
My dad would say, “Mon Dieu, what has happened to the time?” once again, a short post has turned into a trip down memory lane and if I am not careful, the sun will set and I’ll still have a stack of papers and still have work to do. Today was a wonderful day, tomorrow could be a million and six times better, but for now I have today and I’d better jump up, jump in, and seize what remains of the day. Making the Days Count, one day at a time, one blossom, one flower, one smile.
What kinds of flowers make you smile and bring back pleasant memories?