Lilacs and green White Mountain ranges, a drive over and through the steep woods, stingrays and nibbling fish, and a family stroll through the land of fairy tales delighted us over the weekend. Having moved to the high hills and lakes, we read on and on. We happened upon a wooden house from one our recent reads and found a bed, a stone stove, little chairs, and skis. Heidi’s house in the Alps appeared atop a New Hampshire hill, overlooking her little town, with sprouting green ridges stretched out above in the near distance. I recalled walking along the Alps and looked about for the white cows and goats that graze in my memory. Mother Goose read to us in her lavender bonnet, we rowed with pirates and found more treasures, reminding me of Idlewild Park, a bit south, both parks having the Little Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe. No children but visitors on this yellow boot. Next door, alligators and jellyfish swam, though in very tight tanks. I’m not interested in zoos, as encapsulating wild ones is too sad. We tried first rides, and many other little firsts. We’re so proud, such big steps for our dear family.
Today, we’ll record details from this homeschool field trip. It was generally lovely, relaxed, and less crowded than parks for older kiddies, but the others’ babes were quite overtired, crying, and the tightly formed lines didn’t help. We’re extremely sensitive and outtings are difficult, but the appreciated prevention of smoke at this park made it possible for us to try it! It is a park for little cubs, after all. Conway was bustling with craft fair tents as we passed by on the lower road home, and we read out curious shop names to visit another day. We retreated back home, to de-mask and de-mitten, to rest feet and backs, and to unwind overstimulated senses with lasagna, recaps, and cuddles. Many questions were answered, for little darlings need help processing so much energy spent in one place and time. We all do, actually…
This morning, a peach pie sizzles in the oven. We’ll return to Storyland next spring, for this cool air went swimmingly with that funny pumpkin coach energy. We may even try Santa’s Village, for little elves here already know so much about the North Pole, and it would be fun to enjoy some of the perks of the job. Now, we’ll tuck into some new library books, and edit my tales, for getting to know characters lends such joy to one’s life.
Happy Summer Adventures! Take the best care. Love, ~Amor Milagre
…home again home again jiggity jig…
Music of the Moment: One, two, buckle my shoe…
