Fern Garrison had a green thumb.
Even her name was botanical.
A row of colorful African violets
lined the window sill in her classroom
at North Kirkwood Junior High.
She loved to putter in the courtyard
adjacent to her room when she had
a few minutes to spare.
On one occasion, Fern was so immersed
digging away, she failed to notice the
bell had rung and class had started.
Being typical eighth graders, we had no
compunction to inform her of the situation.
Instead, we enjoyed a forty-five minute
Perhaps Fern was as bored with algebra
as we were.