Grandson has been earning community service hours, a curriculum requirement at his school, in a variety of ways.
Imagine my surprise when I called the local food bank to ask if we could volunteer one Saturday and they asked, “Court appointed?”
“Um…er…no…you see, my grandson is in elementary school earning community service hours as part of his social studies grade and we were just wondering if…” To make a longer story shorter, let’s just say he went, he served and he earned the required hours. He enjoyed the experience and returned from it wiser and proud of his service.
We have all pitched in helping him achieve this goal each nine weeks during this school year. I must say we have gotten quite creative.
Grandpa came up with an idea to clean a couple of miles in front of our property. “Hey d-u-de, we can beautify the Texas Independence Trail that bikers, cyclists and Texans from all over will be visiting when the bluebonnets and Indian paintbrush come out.”
Grandson liked the idea, especially since it included riding in the Gator to help with the cleaning up. “Can I drive it down the driveway?”
“Sure, but you know I’ll have to do the driving along the road,” Papa told him.
It was Valentine’s Day, a Saturday, and a beautiful, gorgeous day made all the more beautiful by being able to wear a t-shirt with no jacket and know he would be earning more service hours. It was while cleaning all that rubbish and litter that we saw them, one Indian Paintbrush bloom, a daisy and the bone remains of a poor departed critter.
Look what was blooming down here weeks before spring.