Day One Hundred and Seventeen

Today everyone woke up early. SO...we started school early and were done around 1:00. The sun was glorious (again) and we took full advantage of it by playing, cleaning up the garden, finding ladybugs and other crawly things, turning the compost, marveling at the greenness of the moss, raking leaves that should have been raked last fall, cleaning out the bird bath, riding bikes, and finding tender shoots of new plants and weeds breaking their way through the ground...it was great.

It's moments like these, or rather the strings of moments in one beautiful afternoon that make me glad that I'm homeschooling. We have the freedom to play outside for the entire afternoon...and though I keep an eye on the state standards, we do, in fact, have our own.

Cheers to freedom and sunshine!

And here's poem by the inimitable Robert Bruce. Thanks again, friend. You may not be rich and famous, but your work means a lot to me.

TOMORROW

You can talk all you want
about what you'll do tomorrow
next week
next year but it matters very little

because tomorrow
and next week
and next year
are not yours
to have

You can talk all you want
about where you'll be tomorrow
next week
next year
but you'd be an arrogant liar

because tomorrow
and next week
and next year
are not yours
to plan

You do not see your life
as the vapor that it is
how it curls up
and away from the
black coffee
on your table
dissipating
faster than it
appeared

Today
is all you've been given
to do
what you must do

Tomorrow
and next week
and next year
are all dressed up
with
nowhere
to
go