Frescoes

Okay, so here are two of the frescoes. Ds#1 is demonstrating the agony the Cretes must have felt when their island was destroyed by a volcanic eruption. Or perhaps he stubbed his toe as I snapped the picture.

I feel like a real homeschooling family now that we own a HUGE container of Plaster of Paris (haven't had any in the house since before ds#1 was born), and large bags of leaves, dried ragweed, acorns, and twigs.

We hung out in the backyard this afternoon, reading Robert Frost (I found my copy of his poems downstairs last night), and talking about the wind, rain (and lack thereof), and the fallen leaves.

We're so sad to be leaving our good, dear friends behind, but I can tell that the boys are anxious to get involved with another homeschooling group, and to start their extracurricular activities again. Looking back over the past several years, it amazes me that my once resistant-to-leave-my-side-for-a-second kiddo is the confident nearly 7 year old who will go anywhere and do anything without me.

Tomorrow, I'll post pictures of our trip on Sunday to Apple Works, a really cool orchard in Trafalgar. The boys had a blast, especially since Dh was able to come along.