The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
-Robert Frost
The air was crisp and chilly, a perfect January day. With all our mild weather lately, we were delighted to have a simple full-fledged winter weather. The little ones and big ones alike found their skates, some dull with use, others sharpened with the hand-sharpening tool their daddy kept on hand … laces were tied and everyone stumbled excitedly outdoors.
This winter, we have had a lot of trouble building a skating rink [sadly, too many issues to list – but nothing is never as simple as it seems, am I right? The girls joked that we could write a book with the title, “Fifty Ways to NOT Build your Rink”) …. so the children’s daddy decided to just flood the front yard where water naturally forms in the spring. The idea was brilliant and, indeed, it worked – and the girls are quite delighted to have their spread of a skating “rink.”
Gliding skates over rough, bumpy surfaces, ice crackles, sunlight streaming through the barren silver maple trees made up of the old-fashioned skating scene in our front yard. I watched with wonder from our front parlour window. Delighted with the vivid entertainment, my one year old thumped the window pane, calling to his sisters with glee. Our daily formal school time was finished for the day and children were now free to explore outdoor activities.
Here is the benefit, I believe, in using a Charlotte Mason method for our home education, in which afternoons are used for other means of learning besides formal schooling.
Just at that moment, a big yellow bus rumbled past along our road, most likely on it’s way to pick up children and courier them home from their hours at a the local government school. My thoughts wandered a little … while schooling the children at home means catering my life and time around teaching and instructing, monitoring and encouraging, it is bursting with rewards, as well.
The time of freedom that comes with home education is a such a blessing – I love that my children can enjoy this fresh air, sparkling snow and sunshine on their skin in the middle of the day. There is much to say for the joys, the blessings, the benefits of school together in this informal way.
Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, something in the sky caught my attention. Looking across the lovely blue horizon into the farmer’s field, four large birds circled above, two landing swiftly on a large barren tree above the neighbour’s pond. I stood baffled as to what I was seeing … bald eagles! – two bald eagles, majestic and strong, now circling above … and two other large, dark mottled birds of prey … following close behind …
“Look, girls,” I called out, opening the front door to point to the direction of the wonderful birds. “Eagles! Over there in the sky!”
The six girls and one wee boy stopped skating, eyes facing upward as they watched with wonder. The four large birds circled not thirty feet from the ground.
The eagles spread their wings and were soon soaring overtop of our house and property … seeing the third and fourth bird closer puzzled me … they did not look like bald eagles, but certainly appeared to be of a similar size. They were mottled with dark brown or black and white feathers…we all watched carefully as the two bald eagles swiftly flew away, right overtop of us, with the two mysterious large birds following closely behind.
[Sadly, I did not have the right lens ready for my camera … I am now prepared for the next possible eagle sighting.]
Later, while gathered around the noisy kitchen table at the lunch hour, my children told me they had seen those four large birds the previous day. This is now the fifth or sixth time we have spotted Bald Eagles from our yard – and with a little further research, we discovered the two spotted-type birds of prey were actually younger bald eagles, ones that have not quite grown their adult plumage yet. We talked about how fascinating it was to see these birds of prey in the wild, we looked up their markings in our bird book and later promised we would watch a documentary on eagles.
Lunch dishes were washed, the kitchen cleaned and all the young people decided to scamper outside and try out skating again. I stoked the fire and added some more wood to the woodstove and made my way back to the kitchen to prepare a pot of hot chocolate for their return.
Home education, I thought,is not so challenging — if we keep our eyes in the right direction.
The girls filed past the back kitchen door on their way back to their “rink” … I called after , hoping that perhaps we would see our large-feathered-friends again…
“Keep looking up, girls!”
To You I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens!
Psalm 123:1
P.S. As we learn new hymns weekly, I came across these lovely lyrics about winter. It seemed fitting to share.
Tis winter now; the fallen snow
has left the heavens all coldly clear;
through leafless boughs the sharp winds blow,
and all the earth lies dead and drear.
2 And yet God’s love is not withdrawn;
his life within the keen air breathes;
his beauty paints the crimson dawn,
and clothes each branch with glittering wreaths.
3 And though abroad the sharp winds blow,
and skies are chill, and frosts are keen,
home closer draws her circle now,
and warmer glows her light within.
4 O God, you give the winter’s cold,
as well as summer’s joyous rays,
you warmly in your love enfold,
and keep us through life’s wintry days.
by Gigi
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