Kids love Farmy Art

 Yesterday we got about an eighth of an inch of snow that was melted by lunchtime but it is still pretty.

The children came, fell out of their van and roared off about the farmyard like…  well, like town kids let out of a car. The cats and kittens were hauled around, the pigs patted, the sheep goggled at and for some extraordinary reason Daisy kept trying to lick the baby in her fathers arms.  Her tongue out like a giraffes wanting a taste.

They went up on tip toes and gasped when they turned to find Kupa watching them and went down as low as they could go, their hands stretched out before them to pat the chickens who had crowded in behind him.

Much to my delight I looked over at one point to see the Big Dog had come down from his bed on the verandah and was very slowly introducing himself to all the children, starting with the youngest, sitting gently beside her and lowering his grizzly old head for a pat. He got a hug instead.  So sweet.

Next time I will take Camera House too but yesterday was more about safety and control. There was a lot of learning happening in a very short space of time at a manic pace. All much more important than photographs. Later once the cold started to work its way through our clothes we came inside.

Out came all my paints and my writing journal sacrificed some of its pages. 

And beautiful artworks were produced and much admired then all the magnets on the fridge were rearranged to accommodate the display. 

Of course some were more interested in scratching through my collection of toys than the doing an art module. That’s fine too. After all it was Friday!

They also got to watch their Dad building, not many kids get to see their fathers at work so this was a lovely lesson all in itself. They are all home-schooled, beautifully mannered and afraid of nothing. When John came home from the workshop his eyebrows elevated and his eyes blinked as though the level of noise we were producing was actually smarting dust in the air.

You will remember I have five grown children of my own,  so I just loved the almost controlled bedlam, the noise and chatter and bottomless questions.  We sat their Mum down at the end of the table with her own paper and coloured pencils and everyone had a fine time.

Good morning. I am hoping to borrow these children from time to time. Homeschooling is very hard work for parents and there is plenty of book learning that dovetails nicely with farm learning.  So maybe we can work together for a wee while. I love kids.

Today we are going over to see the junk yard man, he has some doors and mouldings and even a wooden floor that I want for the Coupe. This time I will remember to take Camera House with me.

Have a lovely day.

celi