White Clouds Flying

I see I didn't blog yesterday. Oh well. I started a few days after the first day in this month so I already wasn't going to hit every day and I'm not surprised- we spent yesterday finishing off the room move and moving books up and down the stairs!

We also went to mine craft club, that was fun, had a nephew over, went to the park and Fluff had his football. I did dance class and show rehearsals in the evening and am proper, PROPER knackered now.

No peace for the wicked, however, as we are off to Lewes Castle today! I'm quite excited, I've never been that I can recall.

A Wild Call

One of the table-time tasks Fluff, Petal and Dot do most days is handwriting practice. Those books, with all the lines... it's one of those things that kills several birds with one stone because we use poetry for this. They choose a poem out of one of our many anthologies and I write out a line in pencil each time for them to trace over with biro or a gel pen until we've finished the poem.

It's always interesting to see what they choose... Fluff has a love of D.H.Lawrence and Robert Frost, all of them adored Bishop Hatto and Dot likes nonsense verse. Petal is currently working on 'What Is It?' by Joan Poulson and I thought these lines from it were deeply profound and very apt, especially as applied to home edding-

and I'm always being told

that I should be more sensible

use less imagination

but that's the way

I find out things

a sort of education