SPRING

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our homeschool in pictures | March

  Rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there some day. ― A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh _____________________________ spring herbs + tales of Benjamin Bunny a small lesson about finding God in the ordinariness the…
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on tree climbing and earth day

Several weeks ago, long after my children were in bed, one snuck out to the kitchen to find me--I'll leave names and pronouns loose to preserve the intimacy of our story. I noticed s/he had been crying, the sort of crying that leaves eyes…
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small beginnings

When we bought our first home so many years ago, I thought of home and garden design in terms of magazine spreads--things and furniture and plant life neatly arranged in exactly the right place, constant, tidy, and perfect. It was a finite…
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non-toxic spring cleaning

As the dreary (and rather long) winter weather draws to an end, something shifts in us too, doesn't it? The spring sunlight has a way of imparting new and necessary energy to our souls as well as our environments. It becomes what Leo Tolstoy…
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preparing closets for a new season

In the South, we really have two seasons: hot and cold. Since our family has always lived in an older home with small (and shared) closet space, typically, we only have enough room for what we can wear right now. This means every fall and…
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simplifying home | reflecting the seasons

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.  --Charles Dickens While…

spring wedding bits

I know it's been silent here recently, and I'm hoping to talk about it with you soon. The last two weekends we spent celebrating two favorite couples in our life. The kids and I were in one. Mark was in the other. Our days have been fast…
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the season of resurrection

Spring has finally arrived in our part of the world. Everywhere I turn, color bursts from greyed, barren branches and forgotten fields. Even my skin is different, now pink with sunlight, toes exposed to the chilly fresh air. It is the season…