Sera spent a good part of today as a Centaur. I almost didn’t write about anything else. She looked rather epic posing gracefully against a backdrop of the setting sun. But more on that later. Please, read on…
This morning Sera created these amazing invitations for her BBQ birthday party.
Amelie created this quilt:
Stephie had brought over some items en route to Goodwill for donation. Sera intercepted this pop-up laundry basket, stuck it on her scooter, threw her blanket on top, and became a Centaur. I happen to find Centaurs very, very funny. But they are even funnier in motion:
The girls like to write plays all the time. They write scripts, design sets, assign parts, and sometimes supply the music. This reminds me, of course, of Jo March and her sisters. Maybe my own Little Women will grow up to be writers. Or maybe they’ll follow in the footsteps of Astra Taylor, a fellow unschooler who grew up writing plays and is now a documentary film maker.
Or maybe they’ll just have these sweet memories, of scootering at sunset, creating and dreaming and expressing their little hearts out–whatever they do or become.
And that’s perfectly fine with me.