A Time To Keep

Thankfully I wasn’t hanging clothes when this happened.

When Michel came home that night he got ready to cut the fallen tree into logs.  But then he realized that he was out of oil for his chainsaw.   So with the help of Laurence (the other boys were gone to their scout meeting) he picked up the small pieces and added them to our huge bonfire heap.  The children were glad he hadn’t touch the trunk, because they had planned to use it for the garden.  They like to border the beds with logs to keep them tidy. 

Everyone is so enthusiast about the garden.  While I was out of town Saturday, they worked all day mulching, .  They are brimming with ideas gathered from the books Roots, Shoots, Buckets & Boots and Sunflower Houses.  Starting our Beatrice Potter  unit was a big motivator. 

But a fallen tree wasn’t the only unexpected event yesterday.  We certainly had made no plan to plucked geese on such a blustering day, but we had to.   Our neighbor Ken, ran over two of our geese while driving down our dirt path.   I didn’t have the heart to take pictures, because although geese do not have the best disposition  they are truly beautiful.   While butchering them Lydia suggested that we play The Swan Lake, it would have match our mood perfectly.   We had an improvised goose anatomy lesson (Mother Goose was particularly interesting), and manage to save enough down (what didn’t blow away with the wind) for a pillow.