March arrived here more like a lamb than the proverbial lion. The snow is slushy, heavy and wet and as it recedes daily, green grass is poking through. The snowdrops are pushing their heads up through the ground a full twelve days earlier than we've ever experienced before. And most telling, we are falling asleep to the drip, drip, driiiiiiiiiip of spring melt on our roof.
We have been continuing with our homeschool tasks, happily forming our week around the daily lessons and chores and details that form our family's rhythm. Thank goodness for our rhythm! It keeps me buoyant, providing structure to our days.
Most days, when Forrest is working away, you may find little Huckley not far from his perch, overseeing all that his big brother does.
With the additon of our new seed start table (with three full seed trays under the lights so far!), we needed to relocate our nature table which was always right near the entry to our home. At night, after the children have drifted off, Josh has been busy in his shop. I assured him that all we needed was a temporary shelf, banged together with a few planks ~ nothing fancy, please! Well, this man has some carpentry integrity because it is so beautiful and functional, our nature table has found a permanent location.
On Papa's day off this week, he took the children out to the chicken coop (er, future chicken coop as it is just a floor right now with all the wood milled and ready to be put together). While there, they heard a peep peep sound and saw a wee little fellow up in the tree, overseeing my family's activities.
Our first sighting of a pygmy owl on our property. He is a fluffy robin size, according to Josh, which means about 6 or 7 inches. They prefer dusk and dawn but don't venture out much at night. And after watching this one for a bit, a second one joined him/her. It is mating season right now, and out our door you may hear the hoots of other, larger owls at night. But, oh! isn't he sweet? Here he is a little closer up...
A second pygmy swooped in to check out all the action...they were so fearless! This was a real treat for Huckley in particular, as he has had an unexplained fear of owls for some months now. He dreams of them often. He worries about them coming in our home at night when it is dark out, probably because he knows they fly at night. Well, the morning of spotting this owl, he went on and on about his dream which had frightened him. An hour later, he met these two owls and ever since, he is so happy about owls, telling me "Owls are nice, not bad, mama."
My big boy has been loving guitar lessons, and blossoming under the encouraging words of his teacher. We are so lucky to have such a great music school not far from our little, rural home! This week, Forrest spent a long hour sitting like this, composing his own songs. He'd write down the notes, then strum a bit, then write some more. He was thrilled to play his song for his teacher on Wednesday.
And one last photo of my cuddle boy...giving so much love to anyone in his path. He is a passionate little soul, and when he loves you, he loves you BIG!