The storm has stormed through.
|Window plastered with snow|
and then it got a bit melty and freezy and now there is a crust and it is shrunken a bit. But there is still plenty. Still over a foot, but now with a layer of very packy snow. The plow came through late this morning and made banks that can't be shoveled, nor can the snowblower handle them. So we are going with what we've got. The sun is shining, so I'm sure it won't be long before the snow is much lower, the branches will lift again, unburdened by the snow they are holding, or the snow that is holding them.
My husband has announced that we WILL be going to Starbucks today. One day confined to the house is enough! Out we go!
This morning, while awaiting the snowplow, I checked in on Mrs. Frazier's, Mrs. Simon's and Mrs. Surridge's classroom bloggers to see who I had not visited yet. Yesterday, through the storm, I read many posts and wrote something for the students I came across.
This morning I made a list of those I'd missed, and then wrote the last few poems as responses to the remaining writers. I have enjoyed doing this immensely. It has been a delight reading their posts, and then a personal challenge to take what they've written and use it as inspiration for a poem/reply.
I am ready for another classroom now. We ARE only half-way through the challenge!
One of Margaret Simon's students had posted a word cloud as a list of ideas for writing in the SOL. Here's my response to her post - I'm counting it as my daily poem:
My brain just made the biggest cloud
Of every thought I said out loud
It clearly knew each thought and word
The ones inside or overheard
It floated up into the sky
So I might catch them as they fly
Then write them down and let them play
Where on my paper they would stay!
by Donna JT Smith