You were starting to wrap up your classrooms in boxes filled with last-minute celebrations, poems and love. You had spent all year as a gardener. You planted the garden, watched it sprout, assessed the health, and continued watering and weeded when it was necessary.
In May, I planted my new garden, all of you anxious…wondering whether you would sprout.
In May, community was born…. your roots tangled, intermingled with one another, touching each other in love and support.
In May, you reached and sprouted…craving the sun and showers of professional advice from mentor texts and authors that are walking your very same journey.
In May, you opened your arms to crisp, fresh titles that awakened your hearts to new possibilities for your classrooms next year.
In May, the idea that you have something to say through your writing was born and some of you thought, for the first time…I can.
In one short month of May, we grew our energy, together…looking forward to the year of growing stong roots, stems, and flowering next May. The fruits that come from this labor will be delectable indeed.
In May I was the first gardener…pleased and proud of 11 plus 1.
dedicated to MLit 5.…may there be joy in your journey of growth this year.
Mentor text imitated, In November by Cynthia Rylant