“In a milkweed cradle,
all snug and warm,
tiny seeds are hiding,
safe from harm.
Open up your wings now,
unto the sky.
Come Mister Wind,
help them fly!”
— Traditional Waldorf Circle Song
golden October light
illuminated their world —
and yet so far from
my quiet office mood
upstairs, writing . . .
as their voices
float up the hill.
Only in paper doll land can Martin Luther King Jr. bring his family to meet Princess Diana!
They are growing up.
These — the first two cousins —
as they pass gracefully through the threshold of childhood . . .
there are seven little ones younger than the two of them,
“It’s on the strength of observation and reflection that one finds a way. So we must dig and delve unceasingly.” — Claude Monet
Watching my children — really paying attention to them at play — is one of my greatest joys.
More baby work during lesson time . . .
There’s a whole lot of homeschooling happening over here!
Oh, just making tea for anyone who is willing to drink squishy over-ripe tomato water.
This beautiful place we love so. In all seasons. In all colors. All the echoes of our days fade away into the vast blues.
Just a few scenes from our first official day back at homeschool!