Miz Anne and I went to the school where my daughter teaches on Friday for a dedication ceremony. Each grade at the elementary school had a garden block, 4X8 raised, and all but one were a-bloom, a-buzzin', and a-growin'. The one was the only male teacher there and his class hadn't planted anything as yet. We were so jealous, those kids had tomatoes ripening, squash ripening, and corn making ears. The area where the gardens are is nicely landscaped now, a flagstone patio with rustic cedar benches in several sizes (little people to big people), a fountain, a pond, and a dry creek bed with a nice cedar bridge crossing it. All of the areas are now used as teaching tools by the teachers. The larger area is a far cry from the two embankments the daughter and her classes started with two years ago. She has managed to get almost $20K in grants plus gifts of plants, seeds, tools, etc. in that two year period and the county Improvement District announced another grant of some 10K while we were there. The amazing thing is that there has been absolutely NO vandalism in the two year period. Miz Anne and I felt right proud introducing ourselves as Ms Merrie's parents and being congratulated on such a smart and attractive daughter. There were 20 or 30 politicians and school administrators there but the real hit was the kids from Ms Merrie's pre-K class. They acted as our guides to the gardens and had brought out a huge cardboard box they had painted and decorated for us all to play in. The kids even put a beanbag chair in the box so the "old people" would have a place to sit. I was moved to tears by both my daughter's accomplishments and by the memorial plaques for the pre-k kids who died during the time the gardens were building. Each has a memorial tree with their plaque under it and you could not help getting misty eyed thinking of the small ones who passed through there. The wheel chair gardens were especially appealing when you realize that some of those children will never get out of a chair except to be buried, most before they reach the age of five. It was a day of pride for all the children and a day of sadness for the friends of those who had passed to a better world. George