A strange and amazing thing happened to me today while driving in my car. I was thinking about how early childhood Jewish educators might begin introducing Pesach to their young students. First I thought of deep cleaning and maybe changing dishes in the house keeping corner. Next I thought of spring and spring walks. I was actually thinking about all the small signs of spring children can notice when invited to do so. I was thinking about inviting children to draw what they see and to dictate ideas about this coming spring.
It was at that point I looked in my review mirror, and in my mind, I thought I saw a row of lovely blossoming forsythia. Coming from California, forsythia was the first speck of color I saw after my first white winter in Philadelphia so many years ago.
Yellow happens to be my favorite color. Technically, I knew it was impossible for a row of forsythia to have blossomed and to have been behind me on the road. I looked again and instead I saw an old yellow tractor following behind me.
Funny how playful the mind can be when we are thinking pleasant thoughts.