How to avoid falling in a hole, part two

Gillen calls this move (that enables him to jump over the hole) - "le twist". A word of French! Nicolas speaks to both boys in French (his native language) and they understand him, but they never choose to speak it. "Le". It's a start. ; )


This week, there has been a lot of activity: two soccer games, two sleepovers (one camping at the farm with their cousin Alexander's Montessori class), a professional production of To Kill a Mockingbird in Atlanta (with their unschooled friend Tendal getting rave reviews as young Dill)and a visit to Field of Greens, a festival that raised money for Georgia Organics. Not to mention the Botanical Garden. whew. No wonder I loved today so much. We spent it here, all day, in newly cool weather.

Gillen transplanted his Salvia into pots to keep them warm in the greenhouse all winter and he collected lots of seeds from his garden, hoping to sell them next year. Jesse got a lesson in losing (something that he hasn't done with any of us for too long:) when I beat him at Clue this morning. It was a traumatic few moments. But once I finally got out of the way, he got the chance to go all the way with it, into the depths of despair, and then he recovered well.

My favorite part of the day - sitting outside in the sun, all reading our own books, eating plums and only coming inside in order to refill our cups with our favorite teas(peppermint for Gillen, licorice for Jesse and English breakfast for me), and to check on our first attempt at boiled peanuts (not very successful). And it is really and truly fall. Bliss.