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.

59 :: Out in the Mist

It is one of those days when the sky never clears and the mist hangs low and everything is wet. The last day of February. It smells like spring but we are not fooled because six inches of snow are predicted to fall tomorrow.

And so, we go outside and play in the puddles.

Field Trip to Spring

We spent a glorious morning hiking. She said, “Do you think it will get cold again?”

I said, “Yes.”

She said, “Do you think it will snow again?”

I said, “Yes.”

She said, “Well today we took a field trip to spring.”

Yes!

47 :: Mr. Busy

It is quite a day. Not yet 10 am and Wallace is rapidly deconstructing the house. He has tossed a mug on the floor (smashed), attempted to feed the cat (bowl, crashed), and now he has climbed up into a chair next to Ellen and put his fingers in paint for the third or forth time. Oh, and I have mopped up a couple of puddles (he is an ec baby and frequently diaper free) while trying not to trip over the entire contents of my kitchen cupboards spread about the floor. Mr. busy man is keeping us on our toes! A friend remarked yesterday that it looks like we are doing pretty serious homeschooling. I had to laugh. This is what “pretty serious” looks like around here!