Welcome Spring!

The first day of spring was one of those days I dreamt about in the depths of winter — a day that began with an adventure outside. We set off on a new route and discovered an ancient apple orchard within easy walking distance of our home. I could hardly believe that in nearly six years of living here we hadn’t yet found it! It was truly a magical way to begin spring.

Greenhouse math. How many onions do we use a year? Five a week? How many should we plant to last us 30 weeks? We have three varieties. If we put two seeds in each soil block, how many seeds of each variety will we need?  Making soil blocks, planting seeds, labeling trays — these girls are doing it all.

First spring nature journaling! Nothing is blooming yet, but we brought home a lot of buds to examine: ornamental pear, pussy willow, ancient apple, and red-twig dogwood. We also found some delicate lichen growing in little vibrant green patches. Then we learned that lichen is spelled the same way in both French and English. We do most of our nature journal notes en francais as part of our language study.

If you look out the window today, everything looks gray.  If you go outside and look a bit closer, you can find an incredible spectrum of colors and textures tucked into corners of the spring earth.

Thank you, Sally

Our dear friend Sally gave the girls this beautiful sewing box, which was hand stitched in the early 1920s by Sally’s mother-in-law for one of her bridesmaids. Amabel and Ellen are in awe of the delicate stitches and beautiful fabric. It is truly a treasure — now being put to use again, filled with tiny tools for their latest projects.

Dear Sally, thank you for your generous spirit and for passing this on to us.

Marching Along

I have been taking photos (almost) every day this month — I just have not been posting them. Now I am sitting here wondering if my blogging break has caused, or at least contributed to, the feeling of blah that is hanging around me.

Well, just in case it is a contributing factor, I’m going to break out and share daily photos of where we’ve been . . . Marching along through this month.

I just finished reading “Home Grown: Adventures in Parenting off the Beaten Path, Unschooling, and Reconnecting with the Natural World,” by Ben Hewitt. It is a deeply satisfying book about homesteading, homeschooling, and paying attention to the vibrant world around us.

It is rare for an author to be both deeply sure and openly uncertain about his path in life. In this way, Ben Hewitt reminds me of Wendell Berry. I’m very grateful to have read his story and for the way it is helping to buoy me during these final weeks of winter.

“Like most people I know, I experience moments of uncertainly about choices I have made. There are so many permutations of what it means to live a good life. There are so many ways to be. How can I ever choose between them all? But then summer comes, and I’m riding the hay wagon behind Martha, and I’m dripping sweat and my arms shake as I pass another bale back to Penny and the boys, and I feel the quiet comfort of knowing there is nothing else I want or need.”

— “Home Grown: Adventures in Parenting off the Beaten Path, Unschooling, and Reconnecting with the Natural World,” by Ben Hewitt, Roost Books, 2014: p. 156.

We usually wait until the first day of spring to collect Pussy Willows. But . . . what can I say? We are especially eager this year!

We had to rescue the branches from Wallace pretty soon after I took this photo because he was more interested in ripping them off than in “petting” them gently.

Thanks to Jeffrey and the girls, the greenhouse is up. Tomorrow, on the first day of spring, we will plant our first seeds.

March Break

I’m just popping in here briefly to say that I’m taking a March blogging break.

We’ll see you around the corner, in spring!