By Lynn, on February 14th, 2011%
“I love it when we do things together with the children,” I said to Mr. Carpenterman, batting my eyeslashes. So we went on a tiny little picnic over the weekend.
It was very simple, just taking a picnic basket and some egg salad sandwiches, sardines (yes, I said sardines), and other various and sundry things, like apples, sunflower seed butter, chips and crackers. Oh and some iced tea. Yes, it was beautiful and warm enough to run and play.
Four of us drove to some beautiful woods and had fun eating and walking and exploring.
Standing in front of some beech trees
While some of us climbed trees, some of us walked gracefully around and looked for identifying marks on trees and rocks and the like.
Our two youngest had fun getting out some energy. Is there anything better than the woods for what ails you?
We examined trees with odd growths on them.
There was quite the stand of broomsage, and the carpenter said he’d be sure to tell me when it’s green so that I can make a broom.
The Carpenter, who is an excellent woodsman and knows all of his trees, pointed out this and that. I told the children they had to listen carefully because they would be tested before we left to go home. We are homeschoolers after all. They laughed and ran off.
Well, not really. They listened to their daddy explain how this redbud had bloomed last year. You can tell because of the seed pods. He pointed out many a beech tree, silver and white maples, the eastern red cedar, sourwood and more. He talked about the trees like he knew them personally. I think they know him, too.
I love to see these HUGE quartz rocks!
We noticed a deer skull and wondered what had happened to the deer. It was interesting to look at the teeth. These are the molars and premolars.
An outing doesn’t have to be expensive. It doesn’t have to cost much of anything actually. This was just the cost of our brought-from-home food, and it was so much fun!
A great longing for the old days when the trees could talk in Narnia came over her. She knew exactly how each of these trees would talk if only she could wake them, and what sort of human form it would put on. She looked at a silver birch: it would have a soft, showery voice and would look like a slender girl, with hair blown all about her face, and fond of dancing. She looked at the oak: he would be a wizened, but hearty old man with frizzled beard and warts on his face and hands, and hair growing out of the warts. She looked at the beech under which she was standing. Ah!–she would be the best of all. She would be a gracious goddess, smooth and stately, the lady of the wood. Prince Caspian, The Chronicles of Narnia C.S. Lewis
By Lynn, on January 25th, 2011%
My dear friend Marqueta recently posted about her quest to follow one tree by observation and journaling for a year. The idea started with this blog (The Tree Year) and is being referred across the internet by friends as a great idea, so Michaela and I are going to take part as well.
The tree we have chosen is a dogwood tree. We are calling her Faithful. I love Marqueta’s idea to name the tree. Michaela and I will be journaling about her, taking pictures of her and learning about her. At a recent visit to the Scrap Exchange, I found a wonderful notebook that will be perfect for this endeavor.
Faithful’s lovely silhouette against a cold winter sky.
Her bark, which is medicinal, we hope to learn more about and actually use.
When I took off for my walk with Annie today, I carried a walking stick from a downed dogwood tree that the Carpenter found in the woods. It’s my favorite walking stick, but I suppose I take it for granted too, and where it came from.
Here is today’s journal entry:
The Dogwood ~ Our Tree Journal
begun on 01/25/2011
Our dogwood tree is in our front yard and is about 10 years old. It started as a tiny, tiny sapling brought home from Grandma and Grandpa’s woods.
I think we may take our tree for granted. It’s always there for us, holding a bird feeder, but do we really notice her?
I think we’ll name her Faithful. She was faithful to grow, against all odds. She faithfully blooms. She faithfully houses our feathered friends and gives them rest.
A few more pictures from today’s walk.
I love this little spot beside the railroad tracks.
Another beautiful spot where you can hear water and see (below the water’s surface) old tracks–train tracks?–that run underneath the current train trestle.
Enjoy what remains of the day.
By Lynn, on October 14th, 2010%
So, yeah, I’m running on fumes today. I was going to be so good and post last night, but at about 5:30 p.m. my third son was on a bike that decided to lose the chain and send him flying onto his wrist. Sometimes you wonder, “Is it broken?” But when the arm is deformed, you know it. It’s broken.
It was broken. Very broken. I’ve always wondered what an “obvious deformity” looked like after typing it all these years, but I can honestly say I did not want to see it on any of my children. Actually, I didn’t want to see it IRL on anyone, but I now know what it looks like.
It’s been a wet, rainy morning, which suits the mood around here. We got home at about 3:00 this morning, slips of paper in hand to remind us to schedule upcoming appointments. He may need surgery. He broke his radius and his ulna (both bones in the forearm), and even after heavy sedation and lots of pulling to try and set the bones, the bones don’t want to line up just right. They keep slipping.
It could have been worse. He could have landed on his head.
I do have updates I wanted to share, but it was only fitting to start with what’s been most pressing here for the last 24 hours. I have a picture of his arm on my phone, but I have no idea how to get it to here. If and when I figure that out I’ll be sure and share it (with a warning for the squeamish, of course).
Update#1 would be that The Adventures of Sarah Awswell has a bit of a change in its URL.
So here’s Quinn Ferrell popping in to remind you to update your link (hopefully this will be the only time you have to do this) so that you can follow the stories of these Orchard Elementary School kids. The link above is the current one.
Now, let’s talk about school.
Homeschool, that is. I owe you weeks worth of honest updates about what we have actually gotten done. Here goes.
Week 6
09/20 – 09/24/10
Read Betsy Ross chapters 13-16
Math – still reviewing (more to come on that)
Copywork #11, 12, 13
Spelling week 5 — #3, 4, 5
Spelling – Write all words from week 1-5
Cursive week 5 and week 6 work.
Alexander Hamilton and John Hancock bio/coloring pages to go on time line.
Watched a movie about Anne Frank (Again. A personal interest of Michaela’s.)
Daily violin practice
Violin lesson
09/23 — fieldtrip to Joel Lane House
Music lesson about Haydn and Bach to go with Revolutionary time period
State information page about Pennsylvania
Week 7*
09/27 – 10/1/2010
Read Betsy Ross chapter 17
Betsy Ross co-op on 09/30
Spelling week 6
Cursive week 7
Math — set up math center to work from.
Library trip
*I co-taught this week’s co-op and it was all about medicine in the 1700s. Our week was much taken up with that, so not much appears on the lesson plan sheet, but I feel that much was learned!
Daily violin practice
Violin lesson
Independent reading
Week 8
10/4 – 10/8/10
NC Museum of History 10/7 — Mt. Vernon exhibit
Math — Saxon 7/6 lesson 43
Created science poster using books from our home library and pictures from our large garden spider (Nature Study)
Learned about classification
Planned how our math center will work
Spelling week 7
Cursive week 8
Created creative writing blog with friend
Wrote her own “declaration”
Independent reading
So there you go. You see our weak spot, right? Does it just jump right out at you? Math. Why? Because I love to be involved in what she does with math. I want to know she got the lesson. On my work days it’s a challenge, so sometimes we dawdle around and don’t do a formal lesson. We do, however, have a white board that we go to to solve problem, review concepts and explain how real life math problems would be solved. In the past couple of weeks we have created a math center — a plastic bin with drawers full of manipulatives, books and worksheets so that some kind of math will get done every day, even if we do not do a formal lesson from the Saxon book, although it’s in the plans to do a Saxon lesson each day as well. I feel we’ve just been extremely slow getting going this year.
Annie continues to be my best friend while I work. Michaela snapped this picture of Annie curled up behind me while I was typing away. She does not look like she’d take too kindly to be picked up from here, does she? You’re right! She growls if you try to move her from this little spot. I do love that spoiled rotten, problem of a dog, Fatso Beagle Annie.
I’m off to get a nap now. I’m hoping to catch up on comments soon. I feel that life is in good order, even in spite of the broken arm situation. I’m thankful for what we are able to do.
By Lynn, on September 17th, 2010%
Would you care to join me by my little frugally-built pond?
We’ll sit side by side on the little bench and look through my Beyond Five In A Row book of lessons. We can have coffee and watch the goldfish.
Every Tuesday morning marks the beginning of three days off work for me. I always think I’ll get so much done, but then the days become a flurry of appointments, a violin lesson, a co-op or a fieldtrip, cleaning and menu planning, and, well, here we are at Friday morning again.
This Friday morning, I found my spot by the little goldfish pond to be a haven — I got some thinking done and, if nothing else, was able to clear my mind and relax enough to ease into a couple of work days.
Let’s look around and see what we can find for nature study.
What a very large slug! I told the carpenter about it and he said I should kill it. Oh. I cannot. Not like this. It’s a creature. The carpenter said that’s the whole reason we cannot have a garden. I love creatures too much. We do have a garden, but I’d hate to see us try and feed six people from it.
Not the prettiest of creatures, but fascinating for sure! Reminds me of a leopard and an elephant all wrapped up in one tiny little specimen.
There were butterflies everywhere this morning! I counted about 20 on the front of the house! They were fluttering all around the garden. They were landing on my dress. I had four on the front of my dress at one time! My mother said it was supposed to be good luck to have a butterfly land on you, not that we are superstitious or anything, but when it comes to creatures…
It seems the perfect morning for nature study, and we have just enough time to get in a little lesson.
I believe the butterflies must think they’ve moved into a Shabby Chic economy apartment. You can see the old quilt through the plastic. I mean, who’s to say they don’t just dig their new home? They certainly are coming around. Anyhoo…
Butterflies love tiny bits of water. Where little drops splash out onto rocks, where little drops are hiding in leaves, where rocks in a potted water plant are moist from the pond water, that’s where the butterflies will be.
This sweet little buttefly looks like she’s looking right at me. I’m not sure if she’s upset or glad to see me. I think she’s glad because she sat very still for several photos.
Well, come to think of it, she looks a bit mad. Maybe she wants her shabby chic home all to herself.
Enjoy this day! More later on our nature studies, our math program, and our Five in a Row co-ops on Betsy Ross.
By Lynn, on August 18th, 2010%
The mornings are still hot. Even when we first wake up, we are met at the door with North Carolina’s humid, heavy summer air. Still, I know that September mornings, and then the cooler mornings of October, are not far away.
The morning sun was causing my green tea to absolutely gleam in its little Japanese cup yesterday as I started the day. I thought of school, how I live my life, household things that needed to be done, and getting some “Mother Culture” in for myself during my days off.
Time surely flies. Yesterday is over now, and here I sit, this morning with a cup of coffee, wondering again how to order my day.
Tomorrow’s our first co-op of the school year. I hope to do a school post soon about how we’ll use Beyond Five In A Row, Ambleside, and the other eclectic sorts of things I tend to do around here.
One thing I can tell you is that we have five huge “Charlottes” (writing spiders) now. You can be sure that our science and nature journaling will begin with these amazing spiders.
Argiope aurantia with a cicada (if that tells you how big the spider is).
By admin, on May 25th, 2010%
Strictly Wildflowers. One of my favorite chapters in Karen Andreola’s Pocketful of Pinecones.
There were buttercups, purple vetch, oxeye daisies, white yarrow, yellow and orange hawkweed, honeysuckle, and yellow mustard. A spittlebug was hiding in its lump of bubbles along the stem of the hawkweed. I picked off a leaf and rolled it up to poke at the bubbles, revealing to Don and Emily the shiny little bug inside it. Don drew the spittlebug and Emily drew the daisies.
Currently in the garden, on the lavender and on other plants as well, we have the spittlebug. Dishes, dust and dirty clothes call out to me. My computer — and all the fun therein, calls to me, but the spittlebug’s call is louder. Or, at least, it should be.
One of most vital requirements of a healthy homeschool is action. I am convicted many days because of my habit of spending too much time on line or occupying myself with things that are not feeding Michaela’s mind or heart. We’ll hearken more to the call of the spittlebug and the wasp and the gentle education that occurs with a notepad, a basket of colored pencils and nature.
Nature’s colors are real. Her lessons are enduring. There’s a time and a place for everything.
See you in the garden.
By admin, on January 4th, 2010%
Ahhh, the school bell is ringing this morning. Yes, it is. The past two weeks have been full of fun and relaxation, and plenty of food and family and friends, but it’s time to put our thinking caps on once again. I don’t know about you, but mine feels a little loose this morning. Uh…
As one of my brooches says, I believe that we’ll get back into our school groove.
The brooch pins are coming along nicely. We are working, working, and Michaela has found her own little niche, but more about that later. I’ll let her post when she’s ready. In the meantime, I am working on something special for my Etsy shop for Valentine’s Day. When the Etsy shop is ready, I’ll be sure and post a link here.
For lessons today, the following is on tap:
- Ambleside Reading — will all be independent today, as I have to work
- Practice harmonica
- Math – Saxon next lesson
- Work on further training Annie
- Grammar will be copywork from Snowflake Bentley
- Review Snowflake Bentley as we have a co-op built around that book this week
- Science - Bug review sheet from a previous field trip
- Nature Study – More copywork – write the definition of metamorphosis and then glue pictures of butterfly life cycle onto cardstock for notebook – label. (The pictures are lovely pictures from our garden from this past summer. I think Charlotte Mason would approve.)
- Work on craft project
- Practice sketching
- Review Raphael prints for Ambleside art
I do hope you have a wonderful Monday. Mondays are work days for me, and they are sort of hard for me — a real transition after being off with my family on Sundays. But it is okay. It really is. I try my best every morning to smile out at the world and focus on everything that’s lovely and pure and of good report. I believe God gives us grace when we really want to have a right spirit for His sake.
By admin, on October 19th, 2009%
‘The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handiwork. ” Psalm 19:1
When I was a teenager we had a friend visiting from the mountains. In driving around our county I was commenting on the beauty of it all. My mother seemed a bit embarassed and noted that our friend, having come from the mountains, was from a place where the land really was beautiful. While I did see her point, I didn’t agree at all that the mountains were any more beautiful than the sandy soil, scrubby oaks, pine trees, and blue skies where I had grown up.
I used to kneel down in the woods behind our house and marvel at the soldier moss growing at the foot of one of our oaks. The sandy trail that cut through our woods looked like a secret path to me, and I often saw snakes and birds sitting in the trees, looking at me as I walked on tip-toe trying to be really quiet like the Indians would have been. We had a montrous tangle of blackbeery bushes that offered up many blackberry cobblers through the years. I felt rich.
It is humbling to think of the beauty God has put around us to enjoy. I went outside this morning and sat in the morning sun with a cup of water infused with a few drops of Ashwagandha. (I think my adrenals are struggling, but that’s another post for another day.)
The sun on my face felt so wonderful and Annie enjoyed running around in the garden. Over the weekend I went on a foraging walk and gathered many rosehips for winter teas. They are currently drying in a sunny, upstairs window.
I woke up this morning so renewed and encouraged that Nature Study is a vital and easy thing to undertake. Michaela’s first lesson today will be outside. I may even have her continue there, but it’s cold. We’ll see how warm it gets. She’s been admiring the art in a new picture book here and I think I’ll have her experiment with the method of illustration done in the book. It appears to be black outlining filled in with colored pencils. I am hopeful that it will make a lovely start to Michaela’s Monday. Surrounded by the beauty of falling yellow leaves, purple poke berries and bright nasturtium flowers, I don’t see how a bit of nature can escape from ending up in her drawing.
I thought you might enjoy Charlotte Mason’s thoughts on sunshine, from Vol 1. of Home Education, pp 34-35:
But it is not only air, and pure air, the children must have if their blood is to be of the ‘finest quality,’ as the advertisements have it. Quite healthy blood is exceedingly rich in minute, red disc-like bodies, known as red corpuscles, which in favourable circumstances are produced freely in the blood itself. Now, it is observed that people who live much in the sunshine are of a ruddy countenance–that is, a great many of these red corpuscles are present in their blood; while the poor souls who live in cellars and sunless alleys have skins the colour of whity-brown paper. Therefore, it is concluded that light and sunshine are favourable to the production of red corpuscles in the blood; and, therefore–to this next ‘therefore’ is but a step for the mother–the children’s rooms should be on the sunny side of the house, with a south aspect if possible. Indeed, the whole house should be kept light and bright for their sakes; trees and outbuildings that obstruct the sunshine and make the chidlren’s rooms dull should be removed without hesitation.
With curtains open and rosehips drying in the windowsill, I’m busy working today and handing out school lessons from my work desk. The tea kettle is whistling. Enjoy this day.
By admin, on October 2nd, 2009%
First of all, I want to say something about health. Good health is a blessing and something not to be taken for granted. When people say, “If you’ve got your health, you’ve got everything,” I think they are usually speaking from the standpoint of having been sick. It’s hard to understand what a treasure good health is until it leaves you. And sometimes it just happens.
That said, my recent illness, which is major compared to a cold, and minor compared to what some are dealing with, has caused me to re-evaluate many areas of my life. What I feed on, and not just physically but that as well, what I place value on, and what I spend my time doing.
I have not blogged as much lately, but that’s not because I’m thinking of abandoning blogging. I’ve met some really close friends through my blog and I’ve also turned this blog into a bigtime outlet for myself. The fact is, rather, that I’ve not been blogging as much because I’ve had the “brain fog” that goes with pretty moderate (maybe even severe) hypothyroidism. Also, I’ve been trying to figure out for a year what was making me ill, so I didn’t get in this shape overnight and I’m not going to get out of it overnight. 
Enough said.
My Chatelaine
First of all in this game of catch-up, I want to show you the chatelaine that my friend Marqueta made for me. I’ve been meaning to show you this for quite some time now, but my mind being in the intense Pooh-Bear condition it has been in, it just kept slipping my mind because other things like sleep were taking up so much room.
What you see around my neck is a chatelaine! Did you know what one was? I did not, but Marqueta made this and I love it. Michaela loves it too! It hangs right around my neck when I am sewing or crafting, holding on one of its ends a beautiful pair of scissors, and on its other end a pin-cushion and a little velvety thimble bag. I love it so much and wanted to show you!
Our Nature Adventures
Moving on, dear friends, I know I mentioned some exciting nature adventures happening here. We are still in the midst of them and they get more exciting every day. It would seem at this season in my life, I am being sent pets to help me. They really do help me, and I am saying that in all seriousness. I find that whether it’s an injured snake or a new puppy I am tending to, my breathing feels more regular and I’m not as anxious over my blood pressure and heart rate. It’s a similar effect to what my garden does for me.
It was quite the coincidence (or not) that I had just read in my book, Lessons at Blackberry Inn by Karen Andreola, about Donald. “Look, a woolly bear!”
The book went on to tell of the fuzzy caterpillar and the Isabella tiger moth that it becomes and also of the folklore concerning how much brown is on the caterpillar (mostly brown = mild winter) or how much black is on the caterpillar (mostly black – stormy winter).
Wouldn’t you know that the very next day I found this caterpillar scurrying along in our garden? I do believe that the Lord hears even our smallest thoughts and sometimes shows us the wonders of His creation to answer our questions.
I like gathering bits of green and little sticks for our creatures.
Of course since we are using Ambleside, we are using Anna Comstock’s Handbook of Nature Study, so this is a perfect first lesson from that book. We have put the wooly bear in a large glass jar with conditions that reflect what the wooly bear likes. The jar will stay outside all winter so that the caterpillar can do what nature has intended and hopefully in May we will see the new Isabella tiger moth.
Another Creature
Earlier in the week I heard a loud thumping sound coming from the front porch. It continued, so I went out to take a look. The cats had caught a little brown snake and injured it and it seemed in shock. I immediately picked it up and examined it. It had a pretty deep open claw-mark (dumb cats but I love them anyway) so I put the snake in our spare aquarium filled with a bit of dirt, some plants, a couple of sticks to hide under and some water and earthworms for food.
I cleaned the snake’s wound with a Q-tip and peroxide and put some triple-antibiotic ointment on it. I wondered if it would live.
But the snake is still alive and it’s been four days now.
Brown snakes are frequently found in gardens (not the same brown snake as what’s in Australia, mate) and they eat snails, slugs, and earthworms. They are very cute (if you can call a snake cute).
We are hoping this snake gets well enough to be released again. Maybe the cats won’t find it this time around.
The wound looks like it is healing up. I might clean it again today.
In The Garden
The garden is so pretty right now, but in an autumn sort of way, nothing like spring. The leaves are falling. We are sprucing up with colorful pumpkins and mums, and my Clara Curtis mums are taking off now.
The paths are nearly closed off by overhanging asters…
and filled with Cassia obtusifolia and their curved seed pods. I have five new asters I want to plant over the next few days. My garden is one of my therapies right now.
Homeschool Co-op
I mentioned recently being involved in a Co-op using Five In A Row, volume 4. This is something I am so happy to be involved in. I find that time with this group — the moms and the children — is a refreshing break from the day-in and day-out chores and math and work and bill paying, etc. that occur at home.
Not that there’s not loveliness in what occurs at home, but this, to me, is like what Karen Andreola refers to as Mother Culture. Two very smart, kind and beautiful women taught our children yesterday, giving me time to visit with the littler kids and talk to the other moms.
In fact, I spent quite a bit of time with this little fella, Daniel, only yesterday he was sometimes “just Daniel,” sometimes George Washington, and sometimes the Marquis de Lafayette. He’s 5! I was quite impressed with his historical knowledge.
He diligently swept off the step with his pine needle broom.
I was about to zoom in to get a picture of a mushroom he found, but could not resist taking a picture of him. He was looking at me very seriously, probably knowing exactly what I was up to, because he reminded me that I needed to put the camera on zoom if I was taking a picture of the mushroom. He’s really smart.
Our little mushroom.
Daniel’s mommy, a most patient teacher, taught part of this co-op. I love having Michaela be a part of this.
What do you think about the weight of sugar?
No one is advocating diet sodas here, but look what the weight of the sugar does to a soda.
The kids also learned about the weight of water, molecules and much more.
Science Bags
I know many of you were wondering about how our science bags are working out. The first one was great!
Sponge and seeds anyone?
I know this has been long, but I had a lot I needed to say!
Enjoy this day.
Lynn
By admin, on July 30th, 2009%
I don’t have much to offer today along the lines of one cohesive train of thought, but rather random thoughts and pictures, because that’s the way life is sometimes.
I hardly noticed this little creature because he blends in so well with his surroundings. I’ve noticed that different plants draw different creatures into the garden, which is one reason I’m so fond of letting wild things grow.
I stop and wonder how often in reality I don’t notice little spots of life around me — you know, the important things that really should get my attention but don’t because I’m zooming quickly by and they get lost in their surroundings: my busy existence.
Kitties growing up. I know we don’t really need three more kittens, but it’s a wonder to watch them nurse and grow and jump and play. It’s a wonder to see something grow up. I stop with my tea cup in hand and look out at them for a little respite from bill paying and appointment making.
Another bright spider — a new one to me, that the Cassia has brought in.
This kitty stops playing for just a moment to look at his mommy. Yes, we think this kitty is a male.
A Thought On CM – Nature
Why are we so instinctively drawn to nature? Is it good to let children get too far away from nature?
All day long, every day, Laura and Mary were busy. When the dishes were washed and the beds made, there was always plenty to do and to see and to listen to.
They hunted for birds’ nests in the tall grass…
In the tall grass they lay still as mice and watched flocks of little prairie chickens running and pecking around their anxiously clucking, smooth brown mothers. They watched striped snakes rippling between the grass stems or lying so still that only their tiny flickering tongues and glittering eyes showed that they were alive.
And sometimes there’d be a great gray rabbit, so still in the lights and shadows of a grass clump that you were near enough to touch him… ~Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie
I’m looking forward to even more nature journaling, flower preserving, and herbal work this coming school year. We’ll sketch and draw, press and label, and make plenty of projects in the CM way.
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About Lynn
I am the mother of four delightful children: a 23-year-old son, a 20-year-old son, a 17-year-old son, and a bright and bubbly 13-year-old daughter. I share an apartment home with my 17-year-old son and 13-year-old daughter. My little home on the internet is called Rose Cottage because of my love for gardening, roses, and all things romantic and Victorian. Welcome.
I'm a North Carolina girl and I love sharing North Carolina links and information. I do medical transcription from home. My hobbies include making sweet little dolls from clay who are named and have their own stories to tell. I also make old-fashioned brooches. These are for sale in my Etsy shop.
For 13 years continuously, I homeschooled some or all of our four children, but the time came that our homeschool had to be closed. It was the end of a beautiful chapter in my life. I will always be a strong supporter of homeschooling and I will continue to review books and maintain my homeschool website, The Healthy Homeschool. The Players
Lil Ol' Me
Son Daniel, 23
Son, Big Joe, 20
Son, John, 17
Daughter, Michaela, 13
Annie Fatso Beagle
My Symphony
To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony.
William Henry Channing
1810-1884
What You Do Sow a thought, reap an action.
Sow an action, reap a habit.
Sow a habit, reap a character.
Sow a character, reap a destiny.
Contact Me 
I would  for you to leave a comment, but you can also e-mail me at lynn AT thehealthyhomeschool.com
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