This morning I was grumping. I was grumping because we have a palm tree on the path that leads to the main entrance of the school and it is making a mess. There are purple berries everywhere and as the students walk down the path they stomp on these purple berries and then track them into the school. I was grumping because the gardeners are not sweeping the berries aside, and I was grumping because our poor custodians are going to bear the brunt of the realities of floors stained with deep purple juice. Read the rest of this entry »
