We welcomed in February with alot of fog and a cloud sitting right on our house. But we are looking forward to the spring for we know not to much longer before we feel the warmth of the sun and are able to do lots of fun things outside
This week sewing is but merely a day dream as I have been so busy with getting caught up with the laundry...
and finishing up with our lesson plans for school.
Quite the acomplishment though I have the next 40 days of work all planned out with projects, research papers and worksheets for the chapters 5 & 6 in the Weaver Volume 3. The children will be studying The Brain, Insects, History of Time, A good review of Gravity, The Solar system as well as a biographical notebook on some famous scientists....
Which has left me hunting high and low for all sorts of books to fill these objectives. And making me feel so thankful for our home library.
Mr. Watts was busy this weekend building the children a pen where they could take their rabbits out safe from the dogs in the backyard. Here are some snapshots of his wonderful handwork and the rabbit pen.
The Dogs are wondering why we won't let them in to play ????
And another week brings another farewell to Mr. Watts who travels with his work. He has some exciting work trips planned for February and will be visiting many countries some of them are Japan, Korea, & Singapore. And although it is hard to say goodbye to him all the time. We are thankful that his work allows us to stay home and be so well cared for. We are so blessed to have such a wonderful man as our provider.
May joy and peace surround you,
Contentment latch your door,
And happiness be with you now,
And bless you evermore.
I will sing of your strength, in the morning I will sing of your love; for you are my fortress, my refuge in times of trouble.
— Psalm 59:16
"If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant."- Anne Bradstreet
"Wan February with weeping cheer,Whose cold hand guides the youngling yearDown misty roads of mire and rime,Before thy pale and fitful faceThe shrill wind shifts the clouds apaceThrough skies the morning scarce may climb.Thine eyes are thick with heavy tears,But lit with hopes that light the year's."- Algernon Charles Swinburne