These days, I often sit behind a windowsill full of plants in the room we call “The Hermitage” when I need to work alone. Some of these green breathing beings are ones that I have rescued from my classroom after being allowed back one last time before who knows when. They have lived tenaciously through the trials and tribulations of indoor recess this year. Some have grown impressively tall, especially for having hung on by a thread in a sixth grade classroom, and for having had me (a green thumb opposite) as their caretaker. I’ve had some faithful little student helpers, however, who have tended to their growth and well-being all year. Helping them survive and thrive — that’s the goal.