One Hundred Years ago, in the final years before Rudolf Steiner’s death, he gave some of his most significant and enduring lecture series’, including the Agricultural Course.

This poem came to me at a time when I was questioning my ways about engaging with the world.

“My mom is up there,”‍ ‍Amara said wistfully one spectacular early fall morning as the sun sent piercing golden rays through the not-quite changing leaves.

As the scent of autumn fills the air and leaves dance in shades of auburn and ochre, I'm reminded of the cherished memories from my formative years spent within the nurturing walls of the Otto Specht School.

With another winter behind us and spring fully upon us, the level of activity on the farm and in the garden spaces is in high gear. 

I've have been tasked and I'm honored to share with you now, the biography of my father's life.

I first met Mr. Leopold in the fall of 2018 when I was invited to attend a “parent’s evening” at the Garden House.  It was our son, Jake’s, first year at Otto Specht and I really didn’t have much of a sense yet of what went on at school.

Mr. Leopold’s love and dedication for the children inspired and transformed every child and every individual he worked with. He was a man of integrity, a solid presence at the Otto Specht School. He brought love, wisdom, a great sense of humor, fun, and lots of exquisite music.