“That Quail, Robert”
A lovely, messy nest that Amie pulled out of a poplar tree
le gland = acorn
les cynorhodons = rosehips
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.
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!
Wallace was surrounded by so much love on his birthday. It was so life affirming to spend the evening with family and friends and celebrate this little boy’s vibrant being.
Wallace is obsessed with our neighbor Mike’s grill. For his birthday, Mike and Paula made a mini version for Wallace! Such delight!
As soon as he finished his cake, he said, “Again, grill!”