Among all those days that looked like fall but felt like summer, we went for a woodsy walk with limbs unencumbered. I justified not doing 'formal' school by making animal tracking cards; we gathered and identified leaves, poked around in small animal burrows, and set free enough milkweed seeds to cover a world of fields, and all this while Susannah slept soundly in an upstairs room.
We gathered a few nuts from the shagbark hickory in my parents' field.
Millie played on a dangerously dead limb.
All things milkweed...
Millie was quietly singing a song about the "soft, soft, soft seeds to float."
Peering into the mouse's entryway.
Fishing from hay bales always provides a good catch.
Here's the inside of a hollow tree that's taller than I am.
Millie crouched by a different track after having found a deer-- "a running deer"-- track.
On our way to the stream behind brother Andy's house, Dad, Cassie, and Tom found us. We followed their lead to the dry stream.
Millie braved a rotten log.
And then we walked back through fields.
We came home with baskets full of leaves, bracket fungi to draw on, hickory nuts, and part of a deer skull, to boot. Now I'd call that a productive day...
and i'd also call it a good education!
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normality for people who live in the blessed country and don't have to drive their children 30 minutes to find it.