We have a small glorified mud puddle behind our house. It is a natural spring that had its beginnings as a stream until my boys got a hold of it some years ago and expanded it. We call it our pond. To reach our “pond” you have to walk a trail that is bordered by low growing juniper bushes and old scraggily trees. We have been talking for some time on whether we could successfully get the ducks to know their way to and from the pond. This week we herded them into the hen house, captured them, and carried them to the pond. Lauren, Caleb, Jacob, and I spent at least an hour laughing at them. They were ecstatic, tossing water over their backs, dipping and diving. Several hours later we saw them appear at the trail head. They now trek down to the pond several times a day!
Day 87 & 88/365:
This is what I love about homeschooling. I see fog and I can put school on a twenty minute delay to run outside with my favorite model.
Swiss Chard start on my window sill.
Spring, I see you! You can’t fool me. I know you are coming even when temperatures are in the thirties.