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Paddle to the SeaIt has been the coziest week of the Summer.  Daily, steady rains have left us mostly inside and the children have been playing so well.  It is nice to see equilibrium and creativity return.  All the rain has also meant water in the basement, a sort of seeping dampness that has been slow to dry.  I've been running the dehumidifer faithfully and I spent a good amount of time this morning shifting things around (and out!).  My time must be so carefully managed these days, from the time I get up to the time I go to sleep.  I have some work that must be done while the children are asleep, so I get up quite early to do it.  And I have been spending a little time watching Lark Rise to Candleford.  It's not usual for me to watch a drama, but I have been enjoying it.

We had several storms after supper last night and the children sent themselves on an adventure over at the Roland Estate.  They took cover under the patio, which I can see well from our house since we did some significant pruning around it.  They were wrapped in play cloths for raincoats and they had such fun.  I called them home and they came back to have hot chocolate and bread with butter and honey.  We started reading Paddle-to-the-Sea, which is an older Caldecott winner.  I think it fits well with the Enki materials, though there is some writing which calls for a bit of editing.  It's about a little boy who carves a Paddle Person in a canoe and sets him on a snowbank to find his way to the ocean through the Great Lakes.  So, it's a geography and topography lesson with a bit of adventure.

The rush of life makes it so easy to lose sight of small things like bread and butter, candlelight, and bedtime prayers.  And there is also the silliness that comes from drinking hot chocolate right before bed!  It is hard, sometimes, for me to carry on all these things when things feel scattered, but I know these small moments of togetherness and reverence will be stored for a lifetime.

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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