We're often asked what our days, as unschoolers, look like. I'm never able to answer that question well - truly each day is so very different - each full of smooth moments and bumpy ones alike. And even though two days are never exactly the same, each new season, month, and sometimes even week brings with it a new rhythm of some things that do stay the same. This week, with its mild and beautiful September weather, and our focus squarely at 'home,' I've found us - quite without planning - spending the latter half of the day on this blanket in the backyard. When I stood up to leave the cozy spot in the sun to start dinner yesterday, I looked down and saw these remnants of our day. The tools of living, playing and learning together...
a baseball glove and ball (always); Tin Tin; a comic book in the works inspired by Tin Tin; the Barefoot Book of Princesses; a notebook full of butterfly drawings; a deck of cards from the dozen card games played that afternoon; the Audubon Butterflies and Moths book, brought out by someone looking for a moth name after our walk in the woods; mama's knitting; iced tea the kids made in the morning; the basket waiting for someone to gather the dinner's tomatoes and basil.
It was a very good, ordinary kind of day.
