Today will be our first day of school (i.e., doing math again). The kids are ready to start again, I think, although I'm not. I'm still trying to reorganize books, art supplies, and Montessori materials. This past week and next week are also supposed to be the warmest of the summer -- highs in the mid-80s, which does get a bit warm when there's no air conditioning. Anyway, the point is: by now I've learned that nothing will ever be perfect and it's better to be flexible and just start when you can. This is actually the very first time ever that we've ever started a new school year on the day I planned to start it. As it is, we'll be easing into morning work... and continuing with the daily afternoon hours of playing in the hose. These warm days won't last long.
I imagine Grandma will want to see some pictures before the maples change entirely.
Nature walks around the yard, observing the changes in our "mini pond" beneath the stone where the water gathers and duckweed grows and frogs hide...
A little chaos on the soccer sidelines...
Farmerboy played a lot of goal.
Katydid and Farmerboy both caught crayfish from the creek behind the soccer field and brought them home to observe. Both crayfish molted and were safely returned to the creek at the end of the season, in spite of some accidental habitat spillage in the van on the way there.
Katydid named her crayfish "Bobby".
Katydid's bantams have been interesting to watch, as they're more like little birds than chickens...
Farmers sometimes work inside, too, "buttering corn for horses".
We strung a tent on the deck.
Gareth and Andy learned how to prepare and cook fish the kids caught. (Gareth earned his Fishing badge.)
We visited Ft. William Henry in Lake George (more on that trip later - I hope!)
The kids built "huts". (This one is Farmerboy's. I hope to do a longer post about the huts before the weather turns cold.)
Lots of running around with sticks... er, swords... er, guns... um, lasers? (I like this photo because Katydid caught Pop running right out of his boot. Oh, and the white thing in the grass is a small chicken.)
Katydid raised a Mourning Cloak butterfly from a caterpillar and let it go. This was our first successful attempt at raising a butterfly. (Actually, the little boys raised lots of moths from Eastern Tent Caterpillars this year, too. Our caterpillars usually don't do anything after we catch them -- except die (cough) -- so this was an interesting year. I wonder what was different?)
And, of course, we spent a lot of time with the turkeys. A lot of time.