Well this week was a long one – eh?

 

 

FUNNY

 

I don’t know you guys.  Lots of funny things happened this week at our house.  Lots of non-funny things happened too.  We laugh a lot here.  We read poems to make us laugh – Shel Silverstein is still a favorite.  We have a billion and two inside jokes that crack us up.  Lately we’ve been going old-school with Mad Libs and those silly stories have us rolling.

But I don’t have anything real or solid for you today.  I’m tired this week.  A lot of moving parts to this week’s schedule have me sleepy and in a brain fog.

So here.

Watch Bergen smell the roses.

No.  For real.  He’s smelling a rose.

 

 

FASHIONABLE

 

This week my daughter was fashionable.

Just look at her chopstick hair!

 

 

I think I mentioned it before, but she likes to dress in “themes”.

That little dress was a thrift store find when London was her age.  She adored that dress – the only one she would wear in public for a year or more it seemed.  Mosely wore it after her and now the youngest sister has seized it.  Best $1.50 I ever spent I guess.

 

FLAVORFUL

 

Off and on for about the length of my adulthood, I have fiddled with various bread recipes.  Back in the day when everyone else was owning one, I owned a bread machine.  We ate a lot of thick, dense bread in those days.  It worked pretty well, until it didn’t.  I’ve tried sour dough starter (I was always forgetting to find that hungry monster who felt like a seventh child to me!).  I’ve looked online at recipes, checked out bread cookbooks from the library and tried dozens of different styles and types.

Last week I pulled out a classic old cookbook that seldom disappoints and decided to fire up the old bread baking idea once again.

This recipe made three loaves – which I appreciated, as it made my efforts feel worthwhile.

 

 

 

And they were so delicious that I have made the same recipe at least twice this week.  (I shared some of the bread, okay?)  And one time we used the bread for grilled cheese sandwiches — they were fantastic!

I think maybe we’ve found our bread recipe.  And it was sitting in my cookbook on the shelf all these years already!

 

 

FAITHFUL

 

I love how just stepping outside and feeling the air and the sunshine can make any day, any moment, a touch better.

The cure for most any homeschooling woe is to just go outside.  Listen to the wind in the trees.  Catch a leaf.  Be alive outside.

I’m so incredibly grateful for the world God crafted for our use and our pleasure.  (And I am especially fond of the fact that there is so much beauty in our area.)

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?
– E.M. Forster

 

 

FEELS

 

So much of education, I am finding, is allowing the student’s own abilities and natural aptitude to have time to take root and morph and develop.  Placing the right tools, creating a good space, providing open hours, is critical to their success and their finding their own path with the hope that they become learners, not just students.

I love watching how London’s art is shaping and shifting.

 

 

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