It’s always Mom o’clock!

Happy Mother’s Day Mom!!!!

Reflecting on mother’s day this year, I felt much gratitude for how many different things you juggled while raising us up. So much to keep track of — holidays, birthdays, vacations, school schedules, outings, even the changing of the seasons and the yearly rhythm of planting daffodil bulbs. A mom is a human chronometer! (A momnometer? A chromometer?) Your watchfulness made my blissfully unaware childhood all the more blissful and unaware! I’d like to think I’m a bit more aware now, but still fairly blissful (another thing I owe in large part to your teaching and help). Thank you mom! Hope you have a lovely day! Love – Don

Ghost House

The other day, Cyrus wanted to paint with house paint. So we made some little box houses out of old crayon boxes and macaroni boxes. When the paint dried, he drew windows and doors on the box, and I cut them out, to make a spooky house. Then we made a couple of little paper ghosts and glued them to sticks so that you can haunt the house.

Let’s Build a Street. Let’s Build a Town.

We’ve been enjoying listening to a new Ella Jenkins record, called My Street Begins at My House. I love Ella Jenkins, ever since I discovered her through a chance find at Diversity Thrift. She was a good friend of Pete Seeger, and an important folk music educator.

At the start of one song, she invites the listener to get out some paper, and draw their own street and their own town, and the people in it. So we did, and here’s a picture of Cyrus with our drawings.