Main lesson today on Seed Dispersal.
Wallace ate crackers and dried cherries on my lap while we read from a few books.
Wallace threw sticks in the fire pit while we collected seeds.
Wallace stood up at the kitchen sink on a chair, while we made charts in our books, and dumped water all over the carrots, himself, and the floor.
Wallace is throughly enjoying homeschooling so far this year!
I feeling so grateful for “Exploring Nature with Children” this week — a simple curriculum that guided us into learning about seed dispersal and gave purpose to our morning lesson during a time when I’m having a hard time finding the energy I would like to devote to our homeschooling. Taking an overhead photo was a way for me to capture and save a moment of beauty in the midst of a lot of challenge and chaos. I share this because it gives me hope and reminds me how resilient we are when surrounded by support. Seeds of hope.
Cousin Julien is going to Waldorf school this year, and after we talked about wet-on-wet watercolor painting, the girls wanted to try it. It’s been years since we’ve painted this way! Surrounded by his sisters, Wallace was in his element. They painted first thing in the morning, and all day long I admired the table, covered in their colors.
He calls this: “King!”
“It is play, not properness, that is the central artery, the core, the brain stem of creative life. The impulse to play is an instinct. No play, no creative life. Be good, no creative life. Sit still, no creative life.”
— “Woman Who Run with the Wolves” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Ballantine Books, 1992: p. 234.
This man knows me so well. Right before he starting taking Kimchi out of the big crock and putting it into jars, he asked me if I wanted to take photos. Well, yes, of course I wanted to take photos. This looks totally staged but it is real life. Our kitchen is a fermentation laboratory and everyone loves to taste the latest brew!
This is just some of the 15 pounds of cabbage from our garden that we turned into kimchi.
Early on Saturday morning, Grandmommy arrived with flowers and her gift for making beautiful floral arrangements. She and the girls worked together to create thirty-some bouquets for the Art Festival. Watching them create floral art together in the morning light was a beautiful image that I carried with me all day . . . and well into the next.
Later that evening, the dolls had a romantic dinner under the canopy of the leftover bouquets.
One thing I like most about doing a daily photo project is how I’ve begun to recognize the ebb and flow of creative energy. I’ll often have a particularly inspiring photography session — a burst of ideas — just after a dull-feeling day or series of days.
The kitchen is full of one garden project after another right now: calendula petals, cucumber pickles, sauerkraut, kimchi, pesto, flower arrangements, sun tea . . . and then just the regular three meals a day!
Yesterday I snuck in a few minutes of watercolor painting when I should have been making dinner . . . or at least helping to clean up!
Sunday was our much-anticipated family garlic harvest. (Believe it or not we were wearing sweatshirts and hats on Sunday night . . . Hard to believe in the heat we’re having now!) These little people help the harvest go so smoothly! We were able to pull, clean, and spread out over 200 heads in less than an hour. (And I didn’t do much more than take photos!) I write about garlic every year. The magic of growing this glorious plant just grows and grows, especially as I watch our children come to love this tradition as much as Jeffrey and I do. These beauties are the great-great grandchilren of the Meadowlark garlic Jeffrey and I planted the fall after we were married, 13 years ago.