Oh, this boy. Talking with such confidence. So articulate. So sure. Making his way in the world. Such vitality. Life’s longing for itself.
Not much school work this week. Sometimes I take photos of the briefest moments to help me feel better.
This looks like a happy scene, but it isn’t really. The girls decided this morning that the roos needed to go. They were becoming too aggressive with the hens. They rounded up the two young men and took them on a farewell walk through meadows and over hills. We said goodbye and hope they will become a needed meal for a fox family.
Sums up my day. Hen in the house. Feathers all over the floor.
November is NaNoWriMo — National Novel Writing Month! Alongside my writing students, I have challenged myself to write a novel during these 30 days. Our goal is 25,000 words, which is the young adult version. (If I get really crazy I’ll try to reach 50,000). Is anyone else out there doing this? Have you done it before? Please share your stories! And don’t worry if I disappear this month: I’m just up here in my office, with co-sleeping bed hed, notebook and pen in hand, while my happy children run wild and free!
Cousin cats out on the town!
This is a little catch up from 10 days ago when we spent a glorious afternoon at Houdek dunes in the midst of color and light and warmth. We read “Amos and Boris,” by William Steig (one of my all-time favorite children’s books), painted with watercolors, and picnicked. Yes, we have soaked up so many of these beautiful days this fall. I hope they will help carry us through the darker, colder months ahead.
We spent some of the glorious weekend weather playing on the great dunes with family . . . where the rest of the world feels both so close and yet so far away.
Finding light in the midst of darkness.
In spite of a whole collection of challenges, this has been one of my very favorite weeks of homeschooling — studying Japan in all sorts of ways! We read “The Old Man Mad About Drawing,” a story about Hokusai the famous artist. We painted Japanese characters using a sumi-e ink block and learned to recognize a few symbols. We watched “My Neighbor Totoro” and a documentary about Japan. We read “The Big Wave” by Pearl S. Buck and ate sushi for dinner. Now if only we could squeeze in a little field trip to Japan . . .
golden October light
illuminated their world —
and yet so far from
my quiet office mood
upstairs, writing . . .
as their voices
float up the hill.
Still soaking it up.
All the autumn
all the leaves
all the hours we can spend