
Blue Heron might as well be a farm school. There is so much to learn, and so much fun that comes with this kind of learning.

Ellery found a caterpillar for them today, the kind that is about to go into a chryssalis. So she introduced the concept of metamorphosis, and camouflage to the kids. You would think that these words went over their little heads, but a few hours later, I heard Momo telling Claire in the bathtub that he was giving one of his animals a camouflage. Maybe their heads aren't so little after all.


We weeded, picked raspberries, played in mud, and a compost pile. Ellery had a surprise for the kids. Bring your shovels, she said, as she walked toward the compost. She pointed to a potato plant growing beautifully in the compost pile (that has metamorphed back into soil). She had the kids dig a little, and then pull the plant up. With the roots came
little purple potatoes worth rather a lot in a fancy restaurant!

Momo soon used his little big head to find other ways to play in the compost pile. He has never made a real snow angel, but he decided that dirt is no different than snow (perhaps even better because it's warm and dry), so he plopped down, and started wavering his arms and feet.
Dirt angel, we called him.

While Ellery read Claire a book about a farm by the sea, Momo got busy with mud. First he had his clothes on. Then he discovered it was more fun to not have them on (usually how he ends up, isn't it?). I had to let my anal Virgo self go, and breathe, and know that he was
having the best time of his life.

I didn't even bother to clean him up and dress him, for that matter. He went into the car seat nude, muddy, and happy.
We had Ellery over for dinner that was made almost entirely by the produce she grew on the farm. We thanked her for growing our food, and for teaching all of us such good lessons, whether she knows it or not.