And then there’s the garden itself. The tall deer-proof fence (decorated with art created by the students) encloses more than a dozen veggie beds as well as a sizable strawberry bed and a well-established raspberry patch. On one of my jaunts outside to see what was growing, I met one of the many parent volunteer garden educators bustling about in the toolshed, preparing to lead a class on compost in the school garden.

The garden-themed songwriting residency that I conduct at Mill Road Elementary takes place on eight days over the course of a month, during which time I lead a total of four one-hour sessions with each fourth grade class, of which there are seven. This year, Mr. Goble’s “ Flex Class” was added to the residency, allowing me to also work with 3rd-5th grade students with special needs. (As the Mom to a child with Down syndrome, I was particularly delighted that this group was included in the residency, and look forward to working with them more.)  At the end of the eighth day, all of the classes come together to perform their songs for one another.  This is always a great experience, as the students are not only proud of their own work, but they often seem rather impressed with and inspired by the work of their peers.

I begin the workshops by singing a few topical songs to the kids, and asking them to share some of their personal gardening and local farm experiences, and then I open up the floor to allow them to offer up ideas for song topics. Though it would be easier to come into the workshops with specific song ideas in mind or refrains already written, I like to leave things wide open, trusting in the kids’ creativity and the fertile soil of their imaginations. It’s a messy but thrilling process, with some students calling out ideas (sometimes entire rhyming couplets!), while others write their contributions on paper. Sometimes we divide up into small groups, assigning a verse to each group; or I give the students time to quietly think and write down their ideas, which we then go through as a group.

At some point on the second day, the messy scribbles evolve into lines of verse, a refrain might begin to emerge, and the song starts to take shape. Four hours is not much time to write and rehearse a song, so we have to work fast!

This year, Mrs. Paccione’s class decided to write a song about the plant life cycle, from seed to seed. The students had lots of ideas, but finding ourselves stuck at one point we decided to back up and take a moment for each student to complete the following statement, “ A seed is...” Reading through all of those scraps of paper later, I was moved to tears by the beauty of some of their sentiments:

A seed is...
hope in a shell;
a new beginning;
something we all need;
a baby waiting to be born;
hope for the children who believe it will grow and that hope will make them more confident in themselves.

Though none of those precise words ended up making it into their class’ song, it was a beautiful step in the creative process which, to me, is a very important part of the work we teaching artists do. We don’t simply use the arts as a vehicle to teach standard curricular concepts, but the art form and the creative process itself becomes the lesson. And when engaged in the creative process as a whole group, other valuable lessons come into play as well -- lessons that are often considered to be the domain of “team-building” exercises. I love how curricular content, creative expression and community-building are all rolled into one residency.

Back to this year’s crop of fourth grade garden-themed songs from Mill Road Elementary...which proved, once again, to be a veritable feast!  In addition to Mrs. Paccione’s class’ song, “What Came First - The Flower or The Seed?”, we had a song on the potato life cycle (Mrs. Clark’s class); one on the water cycle (Mrs. Dunn’s class); Mr. Hart’s class’ “Decomposition Composition,” chronicling the decomposition of a mouse whose carcass provided nutrients for the soil; two songs addressing the web of life -- Mrs. Mill’s class’ “One Bee in the Hive” and Mr. Goble’s class’ “We Are Part of a Circle”; Mrs. Chenevert’s class’ “Save the Bees,” a groovin’ plea to do what we can to help these essential pollinators; and a ballad about a worm named Johnny D who was undergoing an existential crisis (Mrs. Hickey’s class), which contained the lines:

                  Maybe I could be a composer
                  like Mozart or Beethoven

                  You’re not a composer!
                  You’re a decomposer!

So, not only do we get to share the experience of genuine learning in a wonderfully welcoming environment, but we do it while having lots of laughs, too. Thanks, Mill Road Elementary, for another wonderful year!

Videos: 
Harvest Hudson Valley - Mill Rock School documents the school garden
Arts-in-Education - School residency program entitled "Journey to Ellis Island"

You’ve probably heard the warning to never leave your car doors unlocked during zucchini season, right? The idea here is that one of your neighbors might try to unload his or her bumper crop of baseball bat-sized squash on you in the middle of the night. That warning is so much a part of local lore that for the last two or three years, I didn’t even bother planting any summer squash in my garden — on the assumption that somebody would be delighted to find a willing victim in me. Of course, things didn’t quite work out as I had planned, and I ended up having a couple of zucchini-free seasons.  In my husband’s eyes, this wasn’t a problem at all, for he claims that he never liked the vegetable (or is it a fruit?).

So this season, I broke down and popped a few zucchini seeds in the soil. But these were no ordinary seeds. They were Costata Romanesca zucchini seeds that I had ordered from Fedco Seeds in Maine. Rather than attempting to describe these beauties, I’ll allow the Fedco catalog to speak on their behalf:

“According to Will Bonsall, ‘the only summer squash worth bothering with, unless you’re just thirsty.’ Deeply striped and ribbed, Costata resembles Cocozelle, with a distinctive sweet mildly nutty flavor. Also a productive source for tasty male squash blossoms. Tender skin damages easily, a liability for commercial transport. If you want to win the blue ribbon for largest summer squash at your fair, grow Costata. It reaches 20 lb. in a good year.”

20 lbs. in a good year, huh?  Well, no Costata in my garden stood a chance of coming anywhere near that size, for these things are so darn tasty, I picked them daily, and sometimes even more than once in a day. My preferred cooking method is to grill these babies after they’ve sat (only briefly) in a light marinade of olive oil, balsamic vinegar, salt & pepper. (oh yeah…cut lengthwise into 1/4 inch strips first). As for my husband…well, Costata has helped him to change his tune. Now he tries to get his fill of zucchini at each meal, but our daughter Ava usually beats him to it.

In case you happen to grow some of these next year, and for some crazy reason you find you can’t eat them all, don’t worry:  My car doors will remain unlocked.