Harvest Mom, dog trainer, shepherdess, spinner, naturalist, teacher, wife, friend, daughter, sister, rabid football fan, musician (barely), artist in my own mind, writer wannabe, chocoholic. Easily distracted by bright shiny objects.
The Map Man
Bridge Engineer, map follower, accidental farmer, master go-with-the-flow-er, juggler of oranges and life, world's best father. My partner (for 24 years), my best friend (for 29 years), my heart (for eternity), my balance, my obsession. The reason I am where and who I want to be.
Twelve, enthusiastic, creative, hilarious, musical, dramatic, driven, future professional dancer (and whatever else he puts his mind to). Has a zest for life and all it's many nooks and crannies.
Nine (and a half!), karate kid, sensitive, imaginative, inquisitive, affectionate, observant, thoughtful, a free spirit with an old soul. Talks to animals and trees, listens to the wind and the stars.
10 months, bubbly, silly, musically inclined, cat (and penguin!) obsessed, baby on the go
Above is J's chapter 2 drawing from our Harriet Tubman sage story, of Daddy Ben and Harriet walking in the woods near their cabin. Zoo Boy's drawing is below, of the family inside the cabin, with Old Rit and Daddy Ben at the head of the table, and Harriet at the foot of the table, thinking about the creek singing about running away.
Above is J's chapter summary, below is Zoo Boy's simplified one.
Below is my drawing, of Harriet, in bed with her siblings under the pacthwork quilts, asking Old Rit about the conversation she overheard about being sold, and Old Rit responding "You a slave, chile, and there ain't nothin you can do about it."