It was a pretty normal morning around here…
For Stephen and I it began with farm chores, the regular stuff that needs doing every day. Feeding the pigs and chickens, hauling water and food through the snow, breaking through inches thick ice on this cold, bright morning. Stephen does the milking while I get breakfast ready, then it’s on to filtering milk, putting it in newly washed jars while oat pancakes sizzle on the griddle.
Other morning chores, like washing eggs and hanging laundry on the airer (that Stephen built) happen after breakfast. My beloved heads out to work and I start school with the boys. Maths, handwriting, reading, narrations….all part of our regular day.
Huwyl’s reading novel at the moment is a children’s version of Black Beauty, a timeless classic he’s really enjoying. He’s moving from print to cursive, a gentle transition as we practice some italic writing before jumping in to cursive proper. Neirin is reading now, we work on his reading skills each day, adding new letters and sounds to his repertoire. Our mornings seem to go by a blur these days, busy with chores and school. Each day a version of this one, but at the same time no day is like another.