Parents’ Post A Newsletter for Parents and Friends of The Thacher School
Dear Parents and Friends of the School:
In this season of natural perfume so dense it makes you dizzy, it’s hard to resist the I urge to write about orange blossoms and jasmine and wild olive—all having burst forth ahead of schedule by virtue of over 50 inches of rain and a couple of very warm spells. But resistance is easier because another sensation has left its impress (and continues to). It’s all about sound: the rhythmic hammering as the metal roof of the Performing Arts Center has puzzled itself together, the sibilant blow torches, the repetitive A-flats (one per second) from s-l-o-w-l-y backing up trucks delivering materials through the fenced off Pepper Tree Lane, purposeful hollers from one worker to another as the Student Commons grows more real every day. This noise in the center of campus—deliberate, constructive and, let’s face it, loud—gives way to progress of another kind, as you move farther out. It is the sound of water running—the barranca scoring the southeastern side of campus now quieted from its January roar (boulders tumbling in its rush) to something more sedate, yet making music all the way down Horn Canyon from its high mountain source. Truth is, it’s all music to our ears.
Early Spring 2005