Educational Philosophy, Home Education, Other Thoughts
In That Enchanted Place
Along a particular path at our local botanical garden there is a bush that blooms all summer in clear shades of orange and magenta and yellow. Bees throng to it — big, slow bumble bees with tidy yellow bags of pollen on their hind legs. Here, for just a moment, I always catch a glimpse of my former foster son. It never fails — we turn the corner and there he is, five years old again, wearing a striped shirt Continue Reading…
September 25, 2018