Sunday, January 7, 2018

Christmas 2017

I'm a little overdue, but while the atmosphere of Christmas still lingers, I wanted to post some pictures of the family festivities.

Trimming the Tree

Ivy's first year helping with the tree!

Beautiful Arden

Everything is magical when you're 21 months old


Reaching to get the angel on top...
Somehow a pipe seemed a necessary accessory (no tobaaco in it though!!)
Like father, like son!



This was the year of silly pictures. Couldn't get these two to keep a straight face!


Ivy in the glow


The Christmas Tree Sleepover

It's become a tradition in our house for the kids to have a sleepover under the tree one night. Mom gets to read the bedtime stories, and Dad gets to sleep on the couch with them for the night. :) This year we read through Tolkien's Letters From Father Christmas, which was a lot of fun for the kids this year, especially the North Polar Bear's escapades.

 


Only pretending to sleep at this point!




Christmas Eve

Traditional tourtiere pie

All the candles at last

At the Christmas Eve Service

This is the "Rhythm Band," made up of the youngest members of the church! This picture makes me laugh!
The whole family (including baby Jesus!)

Just before bedtime


Ready for the morning


It's Practically Here!


This year we had a quiet Christmas to ourselves. Well, perhaps quiet isn't the appropriate word! There was rather a lot of noise, of the merriest kind. Squeals over gifts, Handel's Messiah blasting on the kitchen radio, Super Mario Odyssey in the living room. It was a Gallantish sort of noise. We did get outside for a little while in the afternoon, and all enjoyed a walk into the woods with a light dusting of snow. We capped the day off with a good old gingerbread house smash.

Joy is here!

Catkin!

Sugar and Super Mario

Our very own elf!

Jack's new Perplexus

Morning cuddles





Everyone's excited to start the game!

By the end of the day, it was a white Christmas





~lg

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Snap Joy :: 4

I went down to the river to pray, and think, and write. I sat beside the sugar maple we planted a few years ago, which is now beginning to be big enough for shade and friendship. A delicious breeze was blowing, bringing all the smells of a fully ripened summer with it. I've always wanted to live beside a river. And now here I am.

This week's snap:

#3: Cattail snoozing in the sun




~lg

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Snap Joy :: 3

This week's picture:

#3: A Study in Red
(Taken in Great-Great Aunt Verna's kitchen)



~lg

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Snap Joy :: 2

Snap Joy is simply capturing an everyday moment of delight.

We spent an afternoon at the beach this week with Poppa and Grandma Jill. It was one of those sparkly blue afternoons, not too hot, and perfect for the warm shallow water of low tide on the south shore. The whole family was in the water together. I love how everything is so "big" and wonderful to the littlest among us.

Here is this weeks' snap:

#2: "You Are My Sunshine"







~lg


Thursday, August 24, 2017

Snap Joy :: 1

Have you ever felt it?

The depressive dullness of one day after another? Nothing is going drastically wrong, but nothing seems to be wonderfully right either?

It's a dreariness that seems to drain the life out of you, dribble by dribble.

And it pulls you down and drags you inward, till you are convinced the sun just isn't shining anymore. Not in your world.

Oh, but it is.

And those may be real feelings, those gloomy meanderings of the mind, but they're not the whole truth.

Look up.

If you look for joy, it's there.

I've felt the discouragement, and I'm tired of it. Here's how I'm fighting back. By snapping joy.

That's all. One picture a week of something that brings me joy. I don't even have to create a moment. Just notice one. By faith, believe it is there to be captured.

How do I know it's there? Because of a promise. Two of them actually.

"In Thy presence is fullness of joy." 
(Psalm 16:11)

"Lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age." 
(Matthew 28:20)

As long as Jesus is with us, joy can be found.

Oh snap.

Let this thought be burned in my mind's eye. Let this thought eclipse the others and forever change the way I look at my world and the people in it.

And, as the poet Hopkins reminds us, "Christ plays in ten thousand places," so joy can be found in the most surprising of ways or ordinary of days.

Snap joy. Simple.

Here is this week's snap:


#1: "Lovely in Limbs Not His"



~~~


Here is the full poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins:


As Kingfishers Catch Fire

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; 
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells 
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's 
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name; 
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: 
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; 
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, 
Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came. 

I say móre: the just man justices; 
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces; 
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is — 
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places, 
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his 
To the Father through the features of men's faces. 


~lg


Saturday, August 12, 2017

Grade 1 Booklist Recap

Look at the smile on this one! 



I stacked up some of the books we read this past year for grade 1, and Arden came over and immediately put her arms around the pile. 



It's not an exhaustive stack, and we didn't read every book in its entirety, but it gives a good idea of what we covered this year. Looking back, we had our ups and downs, but overall the year was a success. We read and loved many books together!




Here are some highlights of the list...

Poetry:
A Child's Garden of Verses
When We Were Very Young
Now We Are Six
A Child's Book of Poems

Literature:
Aesop's Fables
Just So Stories
The Blue Fairy Book
East O' the Sun, West O' the Moon

Read-Alouds:
Charlotte's Web
The Velveteen Rabbit
Mr. Popper's Penguins
Farmer Boy

History:
Fifty Famous Stories Retold
Canadian Wonder Tales
Leif the Lucky

Geography:
Paddle-to-the-Sea

Natural History/Nature Study:
James Herriot Treasury for Children
The Burgess Bird Book
Out of School and Into Nature
The Handbook of Nature Study
A Rock is Lively
Salmon Creek

Audio Books:
A Little Princess
Pippi Longstocking
Peter Pan
The Wonderful Wizard of Oz
Anne of Green Gables


And now we're looking forward to making a new stack for grade 2! 


~lg






Saturday, July 22, 2017

Home Education as the Hearth

With any practical endeavour, it helps me to have some kind of image which gives meaning to the work at hand. And the no-small-task of home education is no exception. It’s such a big job, with so many facets. I can easily become overwhelmed by details. I can easily become discouraged by comparison. I can easily lose sight of the vision that was ignited in my heart, for my family. 

The image of a hearth is not new for me, as the title of my blog suggests. But I have only recently begun to apply it to the area of home education. I’m currently in a season of evaluating what we’ve done so far, and looking ahead to how we will move forward. But before I can get into the practical elements of planning, I’m taking some time to sketch out the big picture again. 

And I’m picturing home education like a hearth. These are some thoughts that are helping me envision the kind of learning life I want to kindle in our home. 




~ Gathering ~


The hearth is a place of gathering. 
The flame draws us to itself, and to each other. 
It’s a place of coming close and reconnecting.
The hearth is a communal place, and room must be made for all of us. 
This is the beautiful power of fire. We are brought together by something bigger than any one of us. We draw up to a flame that has burned for century upon century. We are in good company. 

The hearth says, you are not alone. 


~ Warmth ~


The hearth is a place of warmth. 
It takes the chill out of the air. It thaws icy attitudes. It melts stubborn ways. It softens hard edges.
In the warmth we can relax, and be ourselves. 
The hearth is a comfortable place, and a comforting place. 
Here we receive rest for our weariness, and balm for the chapped places of life. 
Here we curl up and know that it is well with our souls. 

The hearth says, you are at home.


~ Cheer ~


The hearth is a cheery place. 
Fire dances and flickers and crackles and sings. 
The hearth is a place for kindling joy and sparking delight. 
It’s a merry place. (Hobbits and badgers most welcome.) 
It's a place for laughter and cocoa and tales of adventure. 
Fire revives us, reminds us to lift up our heads and lighten our hearts. 

The hearth says, you can kick up your heels. 


~ Sustenance ~


The hearth is a place of sustenance.
It is over the fire that the tea kettle whistles and the stone soup simmers. 
It is over the fire that the raw ingredients of the day are brought together into something that is nourishing for all. 
It is deep under the coals that soul food is baked, steady and stick-to-your-ribs. 
It’s a place to partake, to share the bread and wine. 

The hearth says, you have everything you need. 


~ Light ~


The hearth is a place of light.
By the glow of fire, we see things as they are meant to be seen. 
We see truth. We see living ideas. 
Something in us becomes illuminated. Inspiration flashes and ignites creativity, passion, wonder. 
At the hearth our torches are lit, torches which we will carry out to the corners of our world and light our varied paths. 

The hearth says, you were made for discovery.



~ Invitation ~


The hearth is a place of invitation. 
First, we gather as family. 
And the circle expands to friends, neighbours, and others we know and love.
The fire is always bright enough for more. The circle extends to those for whom our windows glow as beacons in the night. 
It is not ours to hide under a bushel, but to blaze as a signal on a hill, summoning hope and signalling home. 

The hearth says, you are always welcome. 



This is the image I want to keep burning in my mind's eye as we forge ahead into our next chapter of home education. 


* image: By the Hearth, 1894, by Philip Eustace Stretton

 ~lg
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