1. Watching all the colorful teens gleefully bounding about the hotel like oversized 4-year-olds, not a sullen face among them. 2. Inspiration! Inspiration from new ideas** and new twists on old ideas***. 3. Seeing people of all ages crafting everywhere, with workshops on mosaics, amigurami (small Japanese crocheted animals), artist trading cards and matchbox shrines, [...]
After whining about how one of my children did not share my boundless enthusiasm for the 100-Species Challenge in my last post, I decided it best to proceed on my own. Once I did that, of course, interested family members began to sprout up as quickly as the unnamed plants themselves. Mr. T gladly ate [...]
Okay, so I came across this challenge on Melissa Wiley’s blog. It originated here, when scsours contemplated a quote that most people can’t recognize 100 plant species within a mile of their home. The challenge is to go out and learn the names, and a bit more, of 100 plants in your neighborhood. Ooh, I [...]
In which Wonder Farm poses as a craft blog.* Seems like everyone is makin’ stuff around here these days, which is pretty much what one should do in the summer, I think. First up: what is surely to be H’s one and only appearance here as a jewelry-maker. But isn’t this beautiful? He made it [...]
One of Mr. T’s many wii thoughts for today: “I’m making up my own wii game. It’s a maze game, and it’s in first-person. Wait. Is first-person when you see with the character’s eyes?” Not bad for a six-year-old. But that’s my boy. Managing to temper the wii talk with a little literary point-of-view so [...]
I post this photo of our sunflower-house-in-progress* to mollify My Waldorf Guilt. Long ago–so long ago–when H was a bald baby with a big head, I read about Waldorf. There were so many things I loved about Waldorf education–the focus on play, and handiwork, and the ebb and flow of the seasons. The way it [...]
Last week I had a five days with all three kids enrolled in various day camps, and me at home alone, able to write for uninterrupted hours on end. Such time alone is rare for a homeschooling parent, as I’m sure you can imagine. It has happened precisely three times in my life as a [...]