Homeschool hygge: nothing like an autumn day to entice me with a few cozy blankets on the sofa, burnt orange candles lit, fireplace blazing toasty and a Pelecis piece playing on Spotify. The first day of frost woke with us last week. The puppy’s water froze. The chickens hesitated leaving the coop. I hesitated walking … Continue reading
The homeschool traditional season looks like school. …In that we have formal study hours and are expected to do stuff… Otherwise, what the stuff is depends on who the kid is, what their goals are and what our goals are for them too. The study day begins at 0830. The kids meet in the Great … Continue reading
I’ve got a homeschool mentor who has spoken more into my life than any other. She’s parented five. They’re all grown up now. She’s been through years and years of curriculum planning, and even years of unschooling, learning to do it right and letting go of that notion: that you can ‘do it right’. She’s … Continue reading
What is not back to school in a homeschool world? Despite being invited to a not back to school picnic, it did not dawn on me that public school started that same day. Summer activities occupied our schedule until the first week of September, because the weather was still summer. Since our family is not … Continue reading
It’s butter yellow. With a great big red industrial light smack dab in the middle of the room. A desk on the side for moi and a slide-out drawer for oft-used printer (love love love having the printer beside me). Can we say Latin pop quizzes? On-line printables? And stuff I print during morning studies … Continue reading
On occasion, our family has been accused of being the Von Trap family. Not sure why, because we don’t all sing, nor do we own matching floral dresses, nor does the lieutenant play scrabble, blackjack and all kinds of games with his kids. I do wish I could strum a guitar, lead a few sing … Continue reading
As a born and raised urbanite, pesky weeds interfere with a carpet lush lawn. Spray them, pull them, curse them, but there is no use to them: a bane on suburban perfection. I still bend to pull weeds. I still swipe them with my heavy garden clogs. But now I’ve also found a new use … Continue reading
