Yesterday was day one of the “fall” home school session. It went fairly well.
I took some phone pics (my camera is on the fritz, poor fritz) of the early morning.
Try to notice the underlying theme. One of these things, is not like the other. What would that be?
Aidan munching on a waffle reading Mark Twain.
Lily using the weekly schedule to figure out what she wants to work on.
Pete and Patrick chilling on the couch while Bill Nye talks about plankton.
Did you spot the difference?
It has to do with temperature.
Two boys are huddled under thick blankets.
The girl is wearing a thick sweater.
And then there is the boy in short sleeves and shorts.
One might assume that -that boy simply didn’t dress for the weather correctly. I’ll grant, I sent him back to get pants on, but
IT WAS NOT ACTUALLY THAT COLD.
It was 65F (18C) degrees in the house. It was so wonderfully comfortable. Between 50-65 degrees Fahrenheit is my idea of heaven.
It boggles my mind every fall when the temperature dips just enough to match the temperature the children prefer the air conditioning to be all summer (or else its “tooooooooooooo hot”) they are suddenly
cept Patrick, he’s the sane one.
Well, one could argue that the sane one was the one still in bed in curly headed five year old dreamland,
IT IS NOT COLD.
Fall is beginning,
I love fall.
Fall is dry leaves, and wind, and smoke. It’s harvest and festivals, and brightly colored skies.
Fall is trenchcoat and boot weather.
I have them out in giddy anticipation of sporting an upturned collar, boots and thigh high halloween socks- cuz thats how I roll.
IT IS NOT COLD.