Angels in Bloom

The Garden’s Lesson

High school isn’t easy, even for a teacher. My first year had been nothing short of frustrating. I had so many problem students, I couldn’t control them. They wouldn’t sit still, got distracted, talked in class. The more I scolded, the worse it became. After a particularly stressful day, I decided to clear my head and do a little gardening.

I’d moved into my grandmom’s house after she died. The garden had been her pride and joy, but some of her methods were a little unorthodox. As I put on my gardening gloves, I remembered trying to pull some weeds for her one day. “No, Casie, let them