Warm air settles on my skin as I stroll toward the garden, the cool wet grass separating my toes. The moonlight is turning my skin from gold to silver. My favorite noise, the amphibian chirping of peepers, rings out through the night like church bells on a Sunday morning.
Our silvery fenced garden (my second home) has neat rows with the kale I need for dinner. The dirt has a cleansing scent that is refreshing like an arctic shower.
As I unhitch the fence I mash the dirt between my silvery feet, the wind whistles and rustles through the leaves and the woodcock produces a "miae" sound!
The moonlight shimmers on my knife as I slice the stiff kale from the hands that hold it in the dirt. With my kale I amble back to the house.
Boxberry School is a small, private elementary school. This blog was created to showcase the projects and learning expeditions our students embark upon.
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