Excuses for not Blogging

Spring is suddenly upon us the days are so beautiful and warm
I have been so busy with all of my work
Many farm chores
Preparing gardens
Starting seeds
Homeschooling freedoms
Caring for others children
... and all the cleaning that goes with having this life...but
Yesterday afternoon my girls were barefoot outside!

Here are some pics from our adventures

meeting a fancy star of the show chicken and did you know Barred owls only weigh about 3lbs and can carry away a raccoon!

a little time to celebrate our 10th wedding Anniversary

new shelves in the kitchen felled and milled from our own butternut tree

Hubby's fine craftmanship

Z wanted to know how the water for our well go into the ground

This is her drawing of the water cycle

games and puzzles

main lessons

Walks on the farm

Barred Rock up at our doctor's office... Yes our doctors office has chickens!

I haven't figured out his breed but boy is he pretty and feisty

The farm nearby

Gravity... how children gravitate to throwing rocks in the pond...

who wants to sit in front of a computer!

Ahhh Spring

"Every Day You Play"By Pablo Neruda

Every day you play with the light of the universe.

Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.

You are more than this white head that I hold tightly

as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.

Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.

Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?

Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.

The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.

Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.

The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.

The wind. The wind.

I can contend only against the power of men.

The storm whirls dark leavesand turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.

You will answer me to the last cry.

Cling to me as though you were frightened.

Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,

and even your breasts smell of it.

While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies

I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,

my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.

So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,

and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.

A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.

I go so far as to think that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.