Today my students were trying to understand their vocabulary word, “fallow.” Amaria wrote, “I am like a field, but I am not fallow.” I must have wrinkled my nose a little, because she busied herself to fix her sentence. A few minutes later, she read, “Like a garden, flowers bloom like ideas in my head. I do not have a fallow mind.”
And there it is. She had poetically stated a universal idea, a poetic metaphor, a truth about herself. Amaria is indeed a young lady who seeks cultivation.
The talk about “fallow” in my classroom reminded me of my gardening attempts at home last year. My yard has a dead hole where an oak tree was felled several years ago. My yard caregivers and I have tried various methods to sod the fallow circle, yet nothing ever seems to grow. Until I developed a plan…
1. Buy a few basics.
2. Plant tomatoes in my front yard.
3. Eat salads frequently.
For one long growing season, I enjoyed the fruits of determination. I worked hard for the tomato harvest. Isn’t that the way it usually pans out: Hard work and discipline bring rewards. Lack of thinking leads to mental atrophy. Thankfully, like Amaria, I am a person of an un-fallow mind.
(All photos: Irving, TX, USA. 22 April 2012 by MBT)