2.28.2013

An Escape from the Madhouse



Or, ahem, as my good friend Charlotte Mason likes to call it, "nature study."
Essential.



First order of business: run through the hayfield.


 

Second: (Gently) romp on the bales.





 

Be smug that you're so Big, because you are so Big.
 
 


 
 

Take a picture of your pensive eldest daughter.


 


While you're at it, take a picture of your rowdy second-born.
 


'Pillars. 'Pecker holes.



 


Yes, bark.  Examine it closely.
 


 


Snap a picture of your ragamuffins on a log.

 
 


Take one of the baby, for good measure.

 
 

 
 

Then because you've been asked to carry ferns, shoes, and sweatshirts, hand off your camera.  


Blog the pictures that your second-born snapped.  Ooooh, bloody toe.  (Guess who asked me to carry her sneakers pre-bloody toe.)  








Take the camera back just in time to take a picture of the sawmill.   Yup, it's still in fine, working order inside that tree trunk, I'm sure.


Makes you wish you were homeschooled, doesn't it?


 
 

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