Tuesday, November 10, 2015


We had a last-minute change of plans today for our playdate,

but we managed alright.  ♥

And now we're all filled up.  ♥

Saturday, November 07, 2015


It's our second group Play of the week.

I had scheduled a meeting at a far-away park, and wasn't sure anyone would be interested, or show up.  (I co-administer our local unschooling group, so put together lots of events.)
The plan was to collect owl pellets, dissect them, and see if we could find the resident Great Horned Owls.

On the way out, the babes and I were very happy to see a few snowflakes falling!

We started talking about snow, and the holidays, and how many people don't want to talk about Christmas until after Thanksgiving,

and I started getting sentimental over thoughts of eggnog and glasses of wine with the family, and told them it was all (for the next two months) one big long holiday of family lovely time for me.

I love the holidays.

Soon enough we were at the park, and scouting for pellets.

Found some!

Lots and lots of them.

And there are the owls....

. . . . .


It was a lovely afternoon, spent with friends.
It's a wonderful life.

The Farm

We used to have a different farm.
Well--it wasn't Ours, of course, but it was where we played, and petted, and climbed, and baa'd.

Now we have one where we help children hold bunnies, and clean out cages, and shovel the dirty straw from the wheelbarrow and into the dumpster.

There are alpacas, and piggies, and sheep and goats.  Donkeys, horses, cows, and ducks.


There is a farmer, his staff, and his volunteers.
That's our job.


I'd say life is just right.