“I couldn't live where there were no trees--something vital in me would starve.”
L.M. Montgomery, Anne's House Of Dreams
Ultimately, it was people who broke my peace - loud people nearby, just living their lives, having a good time, but leaving no quiet for anyone else thereabouts. So I went home. And the sky had blurred away to a deeper, sadder grey, apart from one hearthfire in the west - my beloved faraway west. And the moon had blurred away to what seemed like light's merest dream.
Some treasure trawled from the virtual sea ...
I didn't know whether to weep at the unkindness of some people when I read this story about a little boy's birthday party, or sing with joy at the kindness of others.
The likely cause of addiction.
I don't believe in time, but I loved reading how different cultures experience the apparent phenomenon.
Beautiful wearable art at Woodland Jewelries.
I completely agree with this perspective on high school maths. And these further thoughts on unschooling maths.
This is the most beautiful example of parenting, I can't stop thinking about it.
(Today's photograph is processed with a Kim Klassen texture. Also linking with Skywatch.)