A few years ago when I volunteered up at the local school, there was a really sweet retired teacher that volunteered, too.
Miss Lola Bell told me about an old school house that was near their property and that people were helping fix it up.
Yesterday, Little Bit and I found that school house on our afternoon drive. I must say, they did a great job. It is quite charming.
Standing on the sidewalk, I almost got a sense of what it would’ve been like carrying books and finding a seat inside.
Can you just imagine desks jammed packed with eager students, math written up on the blackboard, and the teacher giving the lesson?
We only stayed long enough to feel completely at home there, which only took about 30 seconds!
Guess that’s just part of my old fashioned soul. I always seem to feel right where I belong, among old hinges and irises.