It was nice out today. Not outrageously nice like a couple of weeks ago, but early-Spring nice. It was in the 50s & the Earth was clearly starting to wake up. I longed for my garden & spent my time repotting succulents and refilling bird feeders in an attempt to hurry Spring to cold, rainy, Iowa.
While I love teaching, I also love gardening. My life in the garden, outside, planning, plotting, tending, and enjoying the fruits of my labor is my favorite part of Spring/Summer/Fall.
We bought our first house this year & I look forward to seeing what the lovely flowerbeds hold in store for me. While I already have plans to make changes (the tangled, messy rose bushes are already gone thanks to a superhuman effort from my Mom & I last fall), I also know that what comes up will surprise and delight me. I'm looking forward to peonies, hydrangeas, several varieties of hostas, and I'm hoping there are secret tulips hiding somewhere for me to find. I know I will venture back to my mom's rental (my grandmother's last house; for a short time, my house) and dig some of her hostas, try to save a few lilies we planted, and hopefully bring my rhubarb over.
I'm also looking forward to my vegetable garden and experimenting with a new layout and some new veggies this year. Its so much fun to watch them grow and to share the fruits of my labor with my family and friends.
Nurturing and encouraging things to grow is just a part of who I am; it's easy to see why teaching is my calling.
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Kari Straube is working on her second slice of life challenge in 2017. She spends her days with freshmen in rural Iowa & loves helping them grow. Her English teacher husband encourages her book hoarding habits & people do not like helping them move. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org
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Kari teaches English I to 9th graders (!) and other electives in rural Iowa. Her husband is also an English teacher, and their friends have sworn to never help them move again because "even libraries don't have that many books."