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8:20 AM
Who: Mars Shaw
What: Wonderings
Where: Fidejournal
When: December 9th
So, I'm just wondering... does anyone have a feel good story they feel like sharing?
Here's mine:
When I was little, my mom and dad were still chilling with the muggles. We didn't know anything about the wizarding world, and we didn't have anything that really made us feel special outside of our parents. I guess my mom knew there was something to my love for plants and nature back then. As our special time together, she would take me to the feed and seed store every other weekend or so, and let me pick a packet of seeds or a plant for our yard. We planted them randomly, with no rhyme or reason, so that when the flowers bloomed in the spring and summer, it looked like a rainbow crash landed in the grass around our house. By the time my letter came, we could barely walk from the front door to the street without having to step over a lovely bloom or ten. I've been thinking of this more and more often as I've been working on the restoration of the green spaces. In honor of my mom and her time with me, Ms. Lovegood is allowing me to have her students' help landscape around the school. That's my feel good for the day. What's yours?
What: Wonderings
Where: Fidejournal
When: December 9th
So, I'm just wondering... does anyone have a feel good story they feel like sharing?
Here's mine:
When I was little, my mom and dad were still chilling with the muggles. We didn't know anything about the wizarding world, and we didn't have anything that really made us feel special outside of our parents. I guess my mom knew there was something to my love for plants and nature back then. As our special time together, she would take me to the feed and seed store every other weekend or so, and let me pick a packet of seeds or a plant for our yard. We planted them randomly, with no rhyme or reason, so that when the flowers bloomed in the spring and summer, it looked like a rainbow crash landed in the grass around our house. By the time my letter came, we could barely walk from the front door to the street without having to step over a lovely bloom or ten. I've been thinking of this more and more often as I've been working on the restoration of the green spaces. In honor of my mom and her time with me, Ms. Lovegood is allowing me to have her students' help landscape around the school. That's my feel good for the day. What's yours?