Thursday, October 6, 2011

Rainy Day . . .

Ten kids together with the rain pouring down outside . . . 
It was loud and muddy, but then . . . 
 The clouds made room for the sun . . . 
 And out they ran  . . . All of them to play . . .

                                                            ~ Marica

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Some of Monday . . .

After a short walk through the Oak Forest, the kids came back, hands full, with feathers . . . 
 An experiment with compost . . . 






Careful labeling and we are ready to see what happens . . . 

                               ~ Marica

Sunday, October 2, 2011

A bit of our projects . . .

Here is a bit of this last week, I also posted it over here . . . I have a weakness for stepping aside from a project to click a few pictures . . .
I question if it depletes my "in the moment" experience, 
but I so entirely enjoy catching these glimpses and setting them into a rectangular memory . . . 
We measured, drilled holes and tied eight-foot posts together to build a small teepee . . . 
In some ways I  actually prefer the way it looks at this stage, to after we added the siding. 
It is the same with before I add a face to a doll. I always almost stop and want to leave it unfinished. There is something so beautiful and simple before a project is finished . . . Like an unfurnished house, or an empty notebook . . . There is so much possibility still bubbling, 
ready to happen . . . 
The siding was thin bamboo fencing that we stapled on . . .
Later they were busy children shoveling old goat manure for our vegetable bed . . . 
Quite industriously I might add . . . 
Then we mixed it with some sand and a few bags of compost . . . 
We made postcards . . . 
With extraordinarily careful writing to make the messages . . . 
And pictures . . . 
On a whole, I feel like the kids are as eyes-wide-open as they can be . . . 
Then faster than a clam, they can turn off and head in a different direction . . .  
Spontaneity without responsibility . . . a piece of being a child that doesn't get to last, 
but let them fly with it while they can. 

                          ~ Marica