Yesterday I bravely went back to the Writing Institute. I wish I could say that everything was dramatically better -- that this horrible fish-out-of-water feeling I have sitting in the room with the other teachers was gone and that I felt confident and sure of my abilities. I'm simply not there yet, but still hold out hope. I've decided to view this experience as a learning opportunity -- not only as a way to become a better teacher but also as a way to test my inner convictions about the worth of perseverance. So tally ho to Tuesday's Institute. I also am curious to see if anything changes inside of myself before the next 12 days is over...
The last several days have been blessedly cool here -- temps in the mid-eighties with drizzle and even a bit of rain. The garden has loved it.
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| The chrysanthemums appear to think it's autumn |
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| Almost-ripe Santa Rosas on the old plum tree |
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| Grapes |
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| Nectarines (they need thinning before the branches break) |
The forecast calls for temperatures back up to the low hundreds by the end of the week. We're all enjoying this while we can.
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