We’ve been up and down on our kids’ preschool, mostly down when they kept giving my milk-allergic daughter milk. But we stuck with it, and we are glad. And this is about teachers, absolutely, but it is still a lot about the yard, this rocky forest that surrounds the preschool and makes me sigh with pleasure when I see it and sigh with sympathy when I see kids playing on some small patch of concrete elsewhere.
This is even true in the dark in late November. This is what I see as I come up the hill: