The Waterfall Of White Hair

Mine



Brother's

Brother slipped into using lines again when he was drawing his picture. And using more symbols. It felt like a step back, and then I looked at my picture - which I am not at all happy with. I outlined as well - just with a different part of the crayon. This is my reminder that I need to practice the picture first so that I can bring it to Brother well. To be fair, our neighbor started cutting down trees during this letter, and I couldn't think. So, we spent a lot of time at parks to avoid the sound of chain saws.

Thankful

I feel so blessed - lucky - grateful to be able to homeschool. Today I was listening to a poem being read on NPR and I loved it. I loved the pictures it painted in my mind as I heard it, I loved the rhythm. The other day I purchased a book of children's poems by Robert Frost because the seasonal poems were so beautiful. Being touched by poetry is a gift given to me by my children and our path. A few years ago, I truly had no interest in poetry and could not see it's beauty.