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Well, I had some fun. I started a narration notebook to keep my narrations in. And… well, can I just say something? These readings are wonderful. Just So Stories? It’s a hoot. Parables from Nature? Darling. I just read A Lesson of Faith. Fantastic. The Burgess Bird Book is sneakily educational.
Some of the things I did for myself, I found the littles crowding around to participate, too. In particular, they adored Rubens’ The Fall of Phaeton.
And they were miffed when I tried to put away the art. They snatched my laminated print of Saint George Battles the Dragon, and I was bombarded with questions about it.
Well, thankfully, I just narrated nearly the entirety of Faerie Queene, book 1, on the AO forum, so I could launch into an epic retelling of this battle with ease. (Have I mentioned that narration is amazing?) Even Rocketman stopped playing his video game to listen in.
I might pull out the year 1 free read Saint George and the Dragon and read it to the littles simply because they are so enthralled will Rubens’ painting. I’ve caught them acting out the battle multiple times since we looked at the painting. Success!
The kids and I heartily approve of Telemann; Jadzia gushed about how beautiful his Concerto for 4 Violins in G major (TWV 40:201) (YouTube) was, and told me how much she appreciates when I play beautiful music. Yessss.
Nature journaling was… well, see for yourself. I’m going to say that was successful. It was also surprisingly soul-calming.
I must confess, however, that I did all these things roughly a month ago, and then I got extremely ill (I’m still fighting to recover, in fact) and I just had to sleep all day, every day instead of do… mother culture things.
Or hey, I suppose I haven’t failed at mother culture. Check out this lovely quote from Charlotte Mason:
If mothers could learn to do for themselves what they do for their children when these are overdone, we should have happier households. Let the mother go out to play! If she would only have courage to let everything go when life becomes too tense, and just take a day, or half a day, out in the fields, or with a favourite book, or in a picture gallery looking long and well at just two or three pictures, or in bed, without the children, life would go on far more happily for both children and parents. (Vol. 3, pg. 34, emphasis mine)
So hey, I’m all ready to get back on track starting today, and I needn’t feel guilty for taking time to heal. After all, we got plenty of Telemann in, and we saw a downy woodpecker yesterday. I’d recently read about those in HONS, so I was able to observe firsthand some behaviors Anna Comstock described there. Jadzia asked why the woodpecker didn’t slide down off the tree, and I got to explain about how woodpecker’s feet are specially designed to hold on to the bark, and they can climb up the tree, but if they ever want to get back down, they have to fly down instead of climb. Sounds like an excellent candidate for our next nature journaling entry!