What a wonderful spring it has been so far, rain, glorious rain every few days, it feels like the wettest spring for a long time.
Everyone say's that plants are more drought tolerant than you might think, and they would be right, but I can tell you when it rains day after day and the ground soaks it up, and the dams and water tanks are overflowing, the plants, I tell you, are jumping out of the ground, my roses have never look that lush before, the foliage as you look around, is so alive and to breathe in that sweet sweet air.
Oh how we love spring.
My vegetable patch is overflowing with our winter crop, all sorts of lettuce, spring onions, cauliflowers, spinach, silverbeet, cabbage, garlic,brocolli, broad beans.
Tonight we made brocolli soup, I think I cooked up ten heads!
extra went into the freezer.
Heading to the beautiful Otways for the weekend to do some much needed tree hugging.
Have a wonderful weekendxx
Friday, October 30, 2009
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Good weather for dyeing
My intention is to hem and gather the top onto a wooden ring, very free flowing looking!.
In prep at our school (steiner) the prep year so very magical, their play really takes on a different role compared to kinder.
I still fondly think of Jim's year in prep.
Friendships are built, plane's from upturn tables and chairs are built, dolls are lovingly cared for.
Their day starts with a veil painting 'wet on wet' painting, the children are given one maybe two paints to choose from, I get such a kick out of seeing what they can paint with just one colour, the light and dark of the shade, beautiful.
Then there is circle time, songs, verses, dance happen, usually seasonal.
Then outdoor play
A warm lavender foot bath when the children come in, each child has their own tub, apparently you can tell a lot about the child by their feet, or so say's their teacher.
Sitting down to a blessing of our meal then a cooked morning tea, rice pudding or apple crumble.
Then indoor play
Story time, usually a fairytale by Grimm's brother's. A candle is lit, The story is told not read, and with simple props, The story is retold for three days, and alway with reverence.
indoor play usually with dress-up's and usually about the story they have just heard.
Lunch time, the children bring their own lunch which is placed on a plate and they sit around a table.
Play outside.
Craft, at the moment they are making god's eyes
Rest time, the teacher is a world renowned Harpist, so they get to rest to beautiful music playing.
Hometime.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Birthday Boy
Ahh, my sweet baby boy is four, he wishes that he was as big as his brothers, I wish he was just a newborn again.
He is our 'pocket rocket', I know, it looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
When Flynn was born, like all babies he cried, the walls shook and my quietly spoken husband just looked at me, what did I care, I was in love, and I guess you see what you want to see or hear. Sometimes I worry, like when he is at school, he'll alway's be in trouble because it will be his voice that you will hear first.
Flynn is our comedian, laugh, he can make anyone laugh, He has such a fun, open way.
Thankyou Flynn for choosing us to be your family,
thankyou for the roses everyday,
thankyou for being you, my heart bursts with love for you.
Happy 'birth' day Flynn.
When I have said my evening prayer,
and folded my clothes upon the chair,
and mother switches off the light,
I'll still be 3 years old tonight,
but by the very breack of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the greeness turns to gold,
I'll be four years old today,
four kisses when I wake,
four candles on my cake.
mama xxx
He is our 'pocket rocket', I know, it looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.
When Flynn was born, like all babies he cried, the walls shook and my quietly spoken husband just looked at me, what did I care, I was in love, and I guess you see what you want to see or hear. Sometimes I worry, like when he is at school, he'll alway's be in trouble because it will be his voice that you will hear first.
Flynn is our comedian, laugh, he can make anyone laugh, He has such a fun, open way.
Thankyou Flynn for choosing us to be your family,
thankyou for the roses everyday,
thankyou for being you, my heart bursts with love for you.
Happy 'birth' day Flynn.
When I have said my evening prayer,
and folded my clothes upon the chair,
and mother switches off the light,
I'll still be 3 years old tonight,
but by the very breack of day,
before the children rise and play,
before the greeness turns to gold,
I'll be four years old today,
four kisses when I wake,
four candles on my cake.
mama xxx
Flynn's Fourth Birthday
Flynn's Birthday theme was "come dressed as your favourite animal", there were frogs, dingo's crocodiles, rabbits and of course Flynn went as "Steve Irwin" our beloved crocodile hunter(saver).
Auntie Col, made this wonderful lion's dress-up, mane is to be added.
birthday second part
The story was Flynn's favourite, Three billy goats gruff.
He absolutely love's the end bit;
Sniff, snap, snout,
this tales told out.
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