Morning Time

Who Told Lies And Was Burned To Death

I’ve decided that is the best subtitle ever. It belongs to the rather delightful if not entirely amiable Hilaire Belloc poem “Matilda,” which I found in the Oxford Book of Poetry for Children. It is one of many children’s poetry anthologies I am perusing these days because in addition to books, I like to read a few poems during our morning story… Continue reading Who Told Lies And Was Burned To Death

Morning Time

The Rain Is Raining All Around

I suppose I might accurately describe this week as our first week of (un)schooling. It was nothing very structured, mind you, but in a flexible sort of fashion we were able to incorporate a new morning time routine into three of our weekdays—though not always in the morning. They were really rather simple—a combination of music, literature,… Continue reading The Rain Is Raining All Around