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Poop Notes #SOL
I hate when the kids leave. I fight to keep the tears at bay. I strive to stay productive. However, a blanket of sadness usually wraps ar...
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Sunday was Ashley’s last dance dress rehearsal. This was not the first of her lasts, but dance will be filled with many BIG lasts. The pre-... -
A few weeks ago, I was not sure I would ever see my papa again. After having his pacemaker replaced, he developed an infection and landed... -
My first task upon entering my classroom is to hunt for this fish, not feed it but find it. It likes to hide, usually behind the filter. ...
I love your tribute to the first day of spring! So nicely written.
ReplyDeleteYou are most definitely not alone, Heather. And well done, you, on Canva! :-)
ReplyDeleteThat is so lovely- the flowers surrounding the purple writing. I really like the line "the sun lingers, not ready to retreat".
ReplyDeleteHeather, what a wonderful first day of spring poem. I love that you weren't alone; you noticed the birds and squirrel, and appreciated them as being with you. Precious. Happy spring!
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