If you can give your child only one gift, let it be enthusiasm.
– Bruce Barton
We take that advice seriously around here. : )
Another teenager is cause to celebrate for sure!
A month ago Shakespeare was a really good prop, but it had been a while since I had dusted off the Lamb's volume. The little boys hadn't heard the stories I admit. I didn't have a real driving urge to fit them in. I admit that too. They were on the educational bucket list but that list is pretty long and we have been ticking off line items at a ferocious pace the past couple of years.
When we arrived in Germany we inherited a group of close friends. Jen was on her way out as we were arriving and she smoothed the path for us in so many ways. She introduced the girls and I around, helped us find extracurriculars. We were off and running in no time.
Arriving in England was different. We had work friends which was wonderful. The children knew no one however and living in the country meant no neighbors as built in playmates. While I was relishing the quiet community of the farm I knew the children needed more, at least some of the time. As the weeks wore on I, too, missed the comraderie we left.
The solution pushed all of us out of our comfort zones.
The best way for a newcomer to meet new people? Volunteer to be the offical meet and greeter in the homeschool group. : ) They needed to fill a board position. Doing that introduced me to some wonderful women, one of whom happened to have been stationed in Germany herself just before we got there. We have mutual friends it turned out. These women have there bearings here. They know the transit system and have older children for whom they are teaching older children classes. They welcomed our current set of olders in and we are happily pooling our energy and skills to meet each other's needs. It's awesome.
I have been reading a home management series and the author mentioned how her system has changed over the years but that each method used was perfectly suited to that particular stage of their lives. Homeschooling is like that. There are many constants in our journey. The specifics flex a bit from year to year, from pregnancy and nursing times to teen years. From good health and great energy to recuperation and quiet times. Books read to children in a hospital bed or a body cast and later seeing that same child posing before the Olympic rings. It all works over the course of the years spent together.
So, that is the long story of how on this day the older children and their Dad learned to navigate the system to get to the Globe and the Golden Hinde to highlight their Shakespeare co-op class. The little ones and Alannah and I baked and read at home. No doubt the roles will be reversed before long. I look forward to that too. Meantime, here are some of the pics from the field trip. They got a guided tour of the Globe:

Above are the "heavens" and on the stage floor is a trap door so actors could descend into "hell" as needed.
The children got a full hands on demonstration of costuming, complete with the dressing of one of the students in all the layers a female part would require. Their impression was that it was very, very heavy!
Then the walk to the Golden Hinde.
The animated guide managed to fit the word "defecation" into the presentation a number of times I am told.
"The Great Pumpkin will appear and I'll be waiting for him! I'll be there! I'll be sitting there in that pumpkin patch… and I'll see the Great Pumpkin. Just wait and see, Charlie Brown. I'll see that Great Pumpkin. I'll SEE the Great Pumpkin! Just you wait, Charlie Brown. The Great Pumpkin will appear and I'll be waiting for him…"
– Linus, The Great Pumpkin

Alannah reminded me daily since she first saw the signs go up. When are we going to the pumpkin patch? We are going to the corn maze right? Is it this weekend?
Yes. This is my newly adult daughter. : ) Truthfully we were all anxious to go.
First stop was the Maize Maze, which makes me smile every time I say it. Maize Maze. There. I said it again.

The kids listened intently as the attendent explained that this year the maze was created in the shape of the Olypmic rings. There were questions in each ring they had to locate and answer. You can see Brendan was getting a little concerned.

Off they went. Since the maze was for children 5 and older Abbie and I hung out in the patch. If I had been thinking ahead to how long it could take to find trivia in a half dozen concentric corn circles I probably would have kept the keys so we could get my purse from the car and buy some candy apples or something.
In lieu of that sort of preplanning I suggested to Abbie that she race through the pumpkins while I took about 5000 pictures of her. It's ok. I didn't upload them all.

mmmkay, maybe just a few. She's the baby, what can I say. 
snail…
Do your kids do this? Mine have an assortment of fist bump animals. : )

Then they were all back and we got down to the serious business of picking perfect pumpkins.

I did get the crew to sit for a group pic before we left.
Gosh, I heart them.
A very good day.
I sat down and used some of the templates I have to gather together all the pictures we have taken lately. I admit to being ambivalent about it. Scrapbooking was my first photography love. But I have gotten spoiled seeing the images so large on my screen. It's probably not practical to print them all ginormous however (see me still not completely reconciled to that reality lol) and I am determined to get them printed more regularly. So I am testing the waters here.
Jury is still out. So I will post both why don't I. There now that I have published and unpublished and republished I feel much better. : )
At any rate you can click on the image to open it a little larger and see the journaling. One thing I am wild about is the new software I have been working with. (image at bottom) It is like putting my kids into the pages of a children's book. Now THIS is like two of my favorite worlds coming together.
Thumbs up on that.
Here is a funny. At least I crack up every time I see the pic of that sign on the straw stacks. The fine print says to queue up here. Getting queued up in England is what you do instead of standing in line. Queued up rhymes with my new favorite British saying 'clued up' which I first heard on a escalator. The man was asserting to his friend that, "She just isn't 'clued up' about this!" You can bet I am on the lookout for chances to use this one. Being as snarky as I am ashamed to admit I can be, I will probably find one.
If you are still reading I send you my hearty appreciation. I peeled apples for applesauce all day, then we sat in fruh-EEE-zing weather through a football game after dark. Brr. It's possible my brain hasn't thawed out yet.
There you have it – my ramble for the day.
We've had a good cleansing rain which we were sorely in need of. They told us they would be fertilizing this last week. They sure enough did just that.
Wow.
This is an organic farm and it's all natural and nontoxic but pretty, um, potent. If was more mystical I could maybe spin this into a metaphor about rising from the dung heap and such. As it is all I've got is this – it smelled really bad. : )
Three cheers for rain!
We have picked a lot of apples this fall, but since we didn't realize we could until they had begun to fall there were many on the ground too that were rotten. We learned that these can spread disease to the trees. Since we have a compostable rubbish bin along with our regular bins we have been gathering the yucky apples and fallen branches as we can.
The children just adore the orchard. Working in the trees reveals some basic gender differences. The girls reach for apples one at a time, carefully depositing them into their bags. The boys just LOVE picking up fallen apples. You can see by the looks on their faces. I was just amazed at their enthusiasm. Wanna know why they look so gleeful?
Two at a time were pitching apples from one side of the orchard towards the bin. Another one would lift the lid just so, creating a backboard of sorts for the apples to slam into. They were keeping score of how many buckets they made. At least until it looked as though there was a fair possibility of someone getting clocked by flying fruit and I had to put the kibosh on that.
So yeah, that's how we get our kicks around here. <g>
I hope your weekend is full of chores-made-games, crazy laughter, and antics of all kinds.
Tops in Blue is one of the best kept secrets of the US military troops. While America watches young talent compete for prizes on tv talent shows, airmen stationed around the world audition for a one-year gig performing at bases free of charge. No record deals. Nearly no press. And when the year is up the sequined gowns are traded back for neatly pressed 'blues' and days (or nights) spent loading planes, sorting mail, or repairing engines.
Today was a big day. Allen took Moira, Aidan, and Kieran to London. They returned and within moments Alannah, Moira, and I got into the other car with the little girls to see the concert on base like we do every year we can. We missed last year and Tess was too little remember ever having seen the show. She loved it. Abbie loved the first half. Despite the music and flashing lights she was out cold an hour in.
At some point in armed forces shows you can count on hearing Lee Greenwood. And, particularly if you are overseas, you can count on people standing right up, a little misty. Or a lot.
There are no Democrats or Republicans in uniform. Just Americans.
It worked.
Turns out the phone wiring in the farmhouse needed to be reconfigured, so that was done today. And here I am, images virtually flying onto the screen. I hardly know where to begin. So much has happened. Since we have been all about apples lately, and because these make me smile, I am sharing the "pretty" orchard pictures of the little girls who daily want to gather more into their baskets and beg big boys to take them over to the trees.
These were taken earlier in the season before the cold set in. Like I said, so much has happened. It will be fun to catch up.