So today I will start with our morns, and what we do. With the animals the morning comes early and regardless of how one *feels*. For Bill his day begins after his usual night of trying to catch an hour or two of sleep. He is nearly 4 years out from the day that changed
For me, I wake and iron Bill's clothes for work and we visit. The kids do the morning routine with the feeding of the animals...and the ducks never seem to sleep. Often a morning discussion occurs around the trunk(coffee table) about something one of has read. For example, today we discussed 'avoiding the very appearance of evil' and the scriptures that accompany this.
Breakfast is so different now that we do not eat cereal...it is either a morn of egg sandwiches, arroz con leche, oatmeal, or first come first serve over leftovers(last night we cooked over the fire pit-and there was yummy meat leftover-the boys split it this morn)...each of the dishes is from scratch and so much better and filling then the cereals. As it continues to get colder we add hot cocoa for mornings. Currently the guys drink coffee. We gals are not coffee fans, so water or the likes is our quencher!
We then have a break, and I get on the computer(after Bill leaves) and the kids disappear. Around 9 we begin house chores, and I clean the kitchen. After house chores we have school and it is based on where we are in the lessons. The kids as a group are working on memorizing something, they also have written and drawn up plans to make something on the farm work more efficiently...Second has an idea about salvaging gray water and directing it to a tank. Fourth has a design to access the fenced in areas of the property. Everything on our farm was modge-podge when we moved in and some things are not too high on priority...Fourth and I struggle to open and close the gate, and the dog actually can manipulate it to open...go figure. Third has not revealed his project, but you get the idea. Hands on ideas and solutions offered by the kids...my favorite way to learn(trial and error).
As morn slowly comes to and end around noon, my daughter or I take out the slop bucket to our little friends. It is a scramble to get something/ anything from the bucket. The chickens go goofball to get any morsel. It is fun to watch, and as a parent I realized that this is the life that I am happy that the children have. I am glad that they are seeing farm life/no living farm life, as it is making all the difference to us all.