We've been having the longest run of gorgeous, clear fall weather. We moved Seven to a nearby stable in September so she could have a stall and stay pretty for the 4H season, but it's been hardly necessary. In fact the perpetual sunshine has made it possible that she is "out to pasture" more than she's in the stall.
The barn pictured above is just a stone's throw away from us as well. Isn't it pretty in the autumn light?
At this point I'd prefer some stormy Oregon rainclouds. The fall foliage is getting on my nerves, frankly. All those leaves oughta be knocked down by some raindrops already.
Today we all suffered a little sore throat and general malaise. Don't you just look for a reason to use the term "general malaise" in everyday language? Yeah, me too.
So one of the best things about homeschooling is... no need to call the cranky school secretary and be made to feel all overprotective in the face of a mere head cold. I actually cannot count the impressive number of times I was hesitant to call to report my children were staying home. I felt naughty and reprimanded. I felt as though I ought to have more authority, as though I were asking permission to keep them home when they weren't feeling well.
Indeed, I felt pressured to make up better symptoms ala Ferris Bueller. I'm not saying I did. I'm just saying:
"No, Nurse CrankyPants, there's no fever. No, no diarrhea either. She's just not up to it. Yes'm, I understand she's allowed to come to school if it's just a runny nose. "
But when you're homeschooling? A sore throat with no other significant symptoms can mean spending all day setting up the Breyer horses in the den. A little painting, a little reading, let the chores go for a while and just play.
It's a good thing we didn't run the dishwasher or washing machine, as it turns out. Because when Sarah went to climb into the tub before bed, the water was a thin trickle.
I wish it would rain. It would be a good excuse for more indoor play days at the very least... and it would replenish our thirsty well.