This was the perfect afternoon…the kids and I went to Country Garden Farms, our local dairy farm/nursery/organic farm. It’s such a fun and gorgeous place to hang out for a little while on a late summer afternoon. Enjoy these glimpse of late summer with me… On the way… we spotted a family of Canadian Geese….
He’s grounded.
How did this happen? I can’t stand how fast the baby is melting off of him.
He’s a Poet…
Our poet on a bad day. The board says “I hate homeschool because there is nothing fun” My boy is a lover of the written word. But now, at the tender age of 8, he’s begun spontaneously composing poetry out loud, then writing them down in rough drafts and typing them into the computer himself. …
The Wicked Doll
The Wicked Doll a true poem Once upon a time there was a very wicked doll. She hit the baby on the head and drew upon the wall. She wouldn’t eat her supper. She peed upon the floor. But when her Mommy went to bed, she wasn’t naughty anymore. The end.
Berry Fun
Bring on the fresh picked strawberries! I’m a little behind in posting photos, but this is how we started our summer quest for fresh berries. Here, you see, the taskmaster overseeing the field workers. The little one is asleep in his pouch, so I wasn’t much help with the berry picking. My idea of a…
The Usual Suspects
It was a busy afternoon, and midway through wiping fannies and nose, and scrubbing blueberry puke out of my couch cushions, I hear a wail of despair from the depths of the house. Like a moose in the throes of childbirth, my son was lamenting the inconvenience of not checking the paper supplies before taking…
Missing you!
I found this under my son’s school desk, and it spoke to me. It pretty much sums up my physical and mental state right now, as the last few weeks have been non-stop.I’ve missed blogging. I will be back at it soon, and can’t wait, as my hard-drive is bursting at the seams with great…
Bye-Bye Birdies: The end…for now.
The bluebird babies flew away from their nest on Sunday afternoon. They grow up too quickly! It’s always a little sad for us to see them go. We get so used to watching Mother and Daddy zoom in with food, and last week, we could hear the babies squalking loudly each time one of their parents showed…