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?