while my heart sings at the idea of writing for a living. every job i get requires total dedication, a firm sense of direction toward the client’s unique audience + new deadlines. the pay for all of this is very, very low (-325% of what i currently make doing graphic design). alas, i cannot convince my practical side to leap at this risk.
Science this week focused on Grenade, the tomato hornworm we found in the garden. He was already three inches long at discovery and is now, a week later, five-and-a-half inches. He’s named after the shape of his poop, which he can really use to fill a jar every day. We’re hoping he cocoons soon as we’re running out of garden-fresh tomato plant leaves for him to eat.
It’s fall + we all seem to have more energy for projects. Things started this week: wooden model, Wilder’s costume, Rosetta’s baby plant propegation, kombucha flavoring tests, + Rosetta’s calico critters Halloween remodel.
Last camping trip of the year, sniff. We headed off to Stagecoach State Park in Oak Creek with a set of grandparents in their RV. It was glorious weather, 70s by day, 30s by night. I love when you need the fire to survive. It feels more primal, even tho we had a camper to retire to in desperate times. We explored, and made mud, and fished, and wandered through so many ecosystems.
One of this week’s highlights was a rainy trip to Matthews/Winters Park, where we found all kinds of moss and lichen to ID. There were also baby snails everywhere, and the discussion about where they came from included some fairy input from the younger group members. Follow-up research on snails proved that they hatch from eggs and wasn’t quite as magical, but very explanatory. We then searched unsuccessfully for snail eggs in the water. We also ID’d some bittercress, but based on the water’s dirtiness, decided not to eat that one.
We kicked off our Wildling groups this week. The Monday crew made slime + an insane obstacle course, plus the usual social play + mayhem of volume. Wilder’s gravel slime was the most popular, even if it was an accidental addition. On Wednesday, there was whittling, carving + fort-building outdoors with an entirely new group of enthusiastic kiddos. Looks like it’ll be two fun groups this semester!
If Jesus taught quietly, by parable, by example, why could none of his living followers go that route? Too subtle, I think now.
It ended up being 103º while we were out picking veg in the fields on a hayride with no cover. But because we went so much earlier in the season than our usual jaunts, we got entirely different produce!
My favorite part was when Dave, our tour guide, asked the kids to stand in two lines. The kids all looked at each other, confusedly, and then needed more instruction while they shuffled around with eventual success. Homeschoolers don’t really line up for anything outside of shopping.