2017 is the tenth year of the Slice of Life Story Challenge hosted by Two Writing Teachers, The goal is to write and post a "slice of life" story every day during the month of March. My seventh graders are also participating in a slimmed down version of the challenge, writing 10 slices during the month.
Yesterday it was 32°F; today it was 50°F. The snow has melted (again), the paths are muddy (again), and spring time seems more than a day away (again). I don't know what it is about this quip from the Simpsons about "SMarch weather," but it always seems to ring true this time of year.
On today's walk around the ponds ...
the ice had melted (again), and the water levels remained high
hundreds of tiny shoots appeared along the edges of the woods and in the open sections of park berms
two sandhill cranes strutted through someone's backyard, yielded to a pair of bicycles, and sauntered over to the larger pond
a small turtle had emerged from the underwater mud, dragged himself up a small embankment, and parked himself with his nose in the sunshine
the smallest of all the dogs we passed greeted us with the angriest of all the barks
a pair of Canada geese played a loud symphony as they swam triumphantly through a side section of the pond
the first cardinal of the spring hopped off a branch and flew off down the road
and we took off our gloves as the sun kept shining.
(Click here to read my previous Slice of Life Challenge posts.)
Slice of Life: Sunday SMarch Walk
Yesterday it was 32°F; today it was 50°F. The snow has melted (again), the paths are muddy (again), and spring time seems more than a day away (again). I don't know what it is about this quip from the Simpsons about "SMarch weather," but it always seems to ring true this time of year.
On today's walk around the ponds ...
the ice had melted (again), and the water levels remained high
hundreds of tiny shoots appeared along the edges of the woods and in the open sections of park berms
two sandhill cranes strutted through someone's backyard, yielded to a pair of bicycles, and sauntered over to the larger pond
a small turtle had emerged from the underwater mud, dragged himself up a small embankment, and parked himself with his nose in the sunshine
the smallest of all the dogs we passed greeted us with the angriest of all the barks
a pair of Canada geese played a loud symphony as they swam triumphantly through a side section of the pond
the first cardinal of the spring hopped off a branch and flew off down the road
and we took off our gloves as the sun kept shining.
(Click here to read my previous Slice of Life Challenge posts.)
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