Those Poor Saps...

who have to ride a yellow bus.

 At certain times more than others, the privilege of home learning hits deep.  The knowledge always sits somewhere at the center, but it doesn't always hit me physically.

Reading about the glory that was Rome while sitting in the sun and breeze, with grass on bare feet serving as counterpoint to both, causes it to hit viscerally in the most pleasant way imaginable.

If I enunciated loudly enough to one-up the wind (which I did), they could even fly kites!  I asked questions just to be sure, and a correct answer came muffled from the grass.

What a gift springtime hlearning is.