Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
– The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien
Week 30 of my 365 photo project exploring our Unschooling life.Read More
There is magic in starlight, of course. This is well known, but because the light travels such a long distance, the magic in it is fragile and diffused, stretched into the most delicate of threads. There is enough magic in starlight to content a baby and fill its belly, and in large enough quantities, starlight can awaken the best in that baby’s heart and soul and mind. It is enough to bless, but not to enmagic.
Moonlight however. That is a different story.
Moonlight is magic. Ask anyone you like.
– The Girl Who Drank the Moon, by Kelly Barnhill
A look at what we’ve been reading together this year!Read More
When we found out that one of our family favorite picture book authors was having a signing in Denver, we had to check it out, and it didn’t disappoint!Read More