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Fancy that—tulips and Maypole dances!

I’m following in my mother’s footsteps and picking up freebies of every sort from school as the year winds down and retiring teachers are clearing their rooms. I happened on some great versions of classics, one of the series being a graphic novel Sherlock Holmes.

So naturally GK—the six year old—has been reading mysteries on the sofa before bedtime. Coincidentally, I’ve been reading Stone Soup at school in music class—I hand out percussion instruments and as ingredients are added to the soup in the story, I let students punctuate each vegetable with a beat on the drum, a scrape of the guiro, ding on the triangle, etc.—including sound effects. I had the kids purr, “oooh, fancy!” in a British accent each time I said the line, “Soup from a pot? Fancy that!”

Anyway, I laughed when at home one night while folding clothes, GK casually mentioned that “in Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock says, ‘Watson, I fancy we may employ ourselves better at home.’ What does ‘fancy’ mean?”
I feel like we have the most hilarious and entertaining crossover conversations in this house.

I’m seeing all my new tulip varieties pop up. The double late and ruffled parrot tulips are gorgeous and the slender yonina are elegant but I love the fringed orange tulips better. Even though the stems are almost too short for cutting, there is not a more stunning color. Look at me turning into a flower lady! I promised a friend I wouldn’t get old prematurely by falling for roses or irises (those being, in my mind, old lady flowers. It will happen, I am sure. Just not pre-40).

The kids at school can’t believe they’re even real, they keep coming up to the desk to touch and smell them.

I didn’t add columbine to the jars I gave to teachers because they are just too fragile. But I love having a prolific columbine plant just down the steps from the porch. It’s my little Colorado memento.

Monday I explained the tradition of May Day and the May pole and May Day baskets. I showed the students a clip of the dance from the opera La Fille Mal Gardee. I tied some tulle ribbon to the top of my old North Pole sign (worked perfect!), took a deep breath, and crossed my fingers it wouldn’t be a total disaster. For preschool and kindergarten, I just had kids skip in the same direction while I played music. For the middle grades we tried a bit of weaving but it was still almost too complicated for them to grasp. Only my sixth graders really got the hang of it (boys in and under to the left then over to the left while girls did the opposite moves to the right).

I was so proud! I daily feel like it is down to the wire planning sixth grade stuff and then I just have to go with my best idea and hope they don’t act like it’s completely dumb. Usually I preface sixth grade activities with, “I tried this with my younger kids and they didn’t really get it, so I was thinking we should try it…” At least it justifies me in case they hate it and think it super lame—hey, I can blame it on the little kids!

Six and a half days left in the whole school year! We’re going to play music Jeopardy! (This is Mrs. Stegner’s favorite ice cream flavor. What is cookies and cream?) and make a Venn diagram of theremin music versus synthesizer. (Beach boys will make an appearance!)

I cannot wait.

mother’s day and allium.

I have been lying when I’ve said we were growing ranunculus. I planted them the same time as the allium. Therefore I’ve confused my brain into thinking allium leaves were the beginnings of ranunculus–anything a pro gardener (or even amateur gardener with google skills and the desire to use them would know)–THEY ARE NOT. My little ranunculus roots must be rotting in the earth, accidentally planted upside-down or too early. Or something. Allium was a fun surprise. In the spirit of dahlias, I even pinched one bud off early to “make for more blooms”. Ha. Ha ha ha! Joke’s on me, allium. You are nothing like ranunculus or dahlias, you are a glorified, inedible garlic. Who knew?

These must be white double late peony tulips that came in my mixed bag from Walmart. Not bad for a white flower!

Yesterday my little girl hopped off the bus and ran up the driveway to meet me. She opened her sticky hand and beamed.
“For you, Mama!”

She knows they’re my favorite so she held it in her hand all the way home.

I wrote a post on my other blog for Mother’s Day last year that I thought I’d link to here.

We sang some mama songs together last night and stitched them together for fun, since Daddy’s out of town. Listen and try not to laugh and cry–JJ Heller has written one of the two* songs in the world that make me cry every.single.time I hear them (I tossed in some Merle Haggard and Paul Simon to lighten it up. And a timely ode to the Judds, RIP Naomi).
My own mother really truly did
-give us our own junk drawer (actually whole closets and didn’t even question our bedroom status but let things roll)
-give me a room with a view of the yard (while she moved her own bedroom to the living room so us kids–5 in a small house–could have our own space)

She also makes the best macaroni (and everything else) and is my best friend. Did you also win the mom lottery? Be sure she knows it this Mother’s Day.

*the other song is Nickel Creek, The Hand Song.