today our class (Sarah, Stephanie, Pascal, Ronnie) harvested at a nearby wetland that's dense with phragmites, the same invasive plant that's common to the delaware river in philadelphia where sarah will be making thatch sculptures next year. the sight, sound, smell, and feel of the reeds reminded me of childhood bog romps at the brackish fringes of great south bay. though well below freezing, the ground was still soft and wet--evidence, perhaps, of a warm hidden heart?