The next four photos were taken by Camille. I have a budding photographer on my hands :)
looking northward to Wildcat, Bee, and Camel Bluffs
We haven't had a hard frost yet and October's overgrown garden is full of goodness still.
Having seen Camille learn to read fluently by 3 1/2 without any lessons or being directly taught, I saw how children can ask for and pull in the information to learn reading without struggle, without worksheets, and without teachers. Sylvia can take her time and own her learning experience, and in the meantime, I am happy to read to her and provide her plenty of learning opportunities that don't need large quantities of the printed word.
4-finger finger knitting
homemade bingo cards with black beans for markers
This afternoon, I was feeling overwhelmed, under-slept, and perhaps more than a bit hormonal. I had a quiet sob session on my bed, trying to remind myself that I needed to take care of myself as well as those around me. As I dried my tears, one of our neighbors down the hill stopped over and asked if my girls could come play. Considering the fact that this had never happened before and that he is a very kindly man with grown children of his own, it was quite puzzling. As it happened, his grown son was visiting with his home-schooled daughters who happened to be Camille and Sylvia's ages. They hit it off spectacularly and spent the next 5 hours playing, tromping in the woods and making apple cider, while Ayla and I had a simple, quiet afternoon. I couldn't have been more grateful for the timing of that. It felt like a blessing.
Through the storms and sunshine, tears and giggles, struggles and discoveries, I remain ever grateful for this life.