My Poetry, Poetry, Politics, RattleBag and Rhubarb

About Those Daffodils

So there I was, wandering about, Strolling the gardens, minding my own business The way one does on an April afternoon Unencumbered by seder or service, Thinking random simple thoughts  *** About the world and its ways. A frog at the margin, sitting tight. A goose honked. Flowers peeping by the stones, Buds bursting out and whatnot. Then …  suddenly…

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RattleBag and Rhubarb

Everyone is cranky

A school in May is like a two year old deprived of a nap.  That’s how my colleague Liz describes it. Everyone is stressed out, too busy and cranky. The weather is unpredictable with storms and frost one moment and sunshine and blossoms the next. The calendar is stuffed with culminating events, showcases, performances, final assessments, report writing deadlines and…

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Art, Education, RattleBag and Rhubarb

Spring

Last weekend we lost an hour and gained the Spring. This particular  Spring is by Pieter Brueghel the Younger, Flemish (ca. 1564 – ca. 1638) It hangs in the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center at Vassar College Look at that activity! Those raised beds! This picture is about to be the focus of an exciting interdisciplinary Lower School project. Take…

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