about a student family that does not see any need to meet the expectations of my studio. A student who will probably be asked to find another teacher at the end of the semester. It's ultimately not good for business to be known as the studio where the rules don't matter.
And then I thought better of it.
Last year, we carved our pumpkin on the front stoop of the house. This summer, I found THIS in the landscaping.
Apparently one little seed found it's way from the Gunk Bowl to the earth, took root and produced another little pumpkin to adorn our doorstep this year.
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