gilly land family farm
homeschooling & homesteading
One of the things we love most about homeschooling is the flexibility in choosing creative projects! All three of my young ones have an interest in photography and as a photography fanatic I have quite a few cameras for us to play with. We decided to bring some structure to our exploration of photography so we came up with a photography challenge!
All three kids will be completing the challenge using different cameras, an instant camera, old school film camera and a digital camera... we may even throw in iphoneography! I look forward to seeing how they document their interpretation of each days challenge and how it turns out using the different cameras. We will post their pictures to instagram (well the digital shots and maybe shots of their instant captures) and use the hashtags #photographychallenge and #offthe9 You can find us on instagram @ameliamg
We hope you will play along! We'd love to see your shots!
It's Friday, early morning, when the rooster decides it's time to wake, if nothing else, his incessant crowing will demand the day begin, and so it does. The seasons shifting punctuates the morning with a welcome chill.... we're all in warm socks. These are the mornings when warmth in cups are cradled between palms, the heat savored as much as the flavor. Friday mornings always hold a bit more excitement, the demands of this day are slight in comparison and we are all ready to cheer the arrival of the weekend. We set about our morning chores, each of us aware of what needs to be done and "who's day it is" to complete the task. Even the dogs are giddy sensing the change in the air. The chickens are eager to free range, but only when Shamus, the boxer, is inside....there is no love loss between the chickens and the dog. Loads of laundry are in the works, while we pile in to one bed, it's where we have our morning scripture and prayers. We linger here as long as we can... the flannel sheets have warmed us and the temptation to snuggle in pulls on each of us. We recap what subjects need to be completed in order to tie up the loose ends of another week of home school, then we get to it. Sentences being diagrammed, Anne Boleyn and her brief three year reign are discussed, magnets are pulled out so home made compasses can be built and the morning marches on to this familiar beat. I pause from teaching to switch laundry only to be met with a gut wrenching smell coming from the class room. Children upstairs have begun to sling accusations of who exactly passed the gas as they are overcome with the stench. I locate the source...the incubator holding 30+ eggs, chicks slowly developing under the heated dome. One egg has inexplicably cracked before it's time....filling the air with the aroma of death.... we all grab for something to put over our noses...chaos ensues... like when a fire alarm goes off...we're all running around like chickens with our heads cut off as the smell presses its way in to each room, even the dogs are concerned. The oldest boy wearing a mask volunteers to clean things up as we temporarily rehome the remaining eggs- before long they are all returned to their surrogate mother with the temp set to 99.5. Our morning resumes. I head outside, laundry basket full of wet towels and sheets propped on my hip....the sun warms my neck as I hang one item after the next....I pause... relishing the moment... the cool breeze blowing sheet corners and flapping towels .... I'm lost in the thought of settling into sun kissed sheets tonight, the suns signature aroma is divine...my attention is drawn to the youngest girl calling to me, her arms burdened with books "I'm ready to take my history test" .... I pause to give thanks for the beauty of the morning and to whisper a prayer "Father, where ever I am, help me to be all there"... I turn to my girl... she's eager to recount a history that Boleyn would love to rewrite ....and our day marches on.
Welcome to Off the 9, I'm grateful you have stopped by to visit this new space. This isn't my first blog, I maintained a blog years ago. It was both an exciting and challenging experience. It grew rather large and the subsequent pressure to maintain it also grew. I gradually succumbed to the pressures of maintaining it and slowed my posts. I grew increasingly quiet in that space until I stopped blogging all together. Sadly, this silencing of words extended in to my personal life. I didn't pick up a personal journal for three years. Life was busy (as life always is) and I opted out of documenting the days. I regret this.
I recently began reading the book One Thousand Gifts, this book inspired me to once again pick up a pen and journal and not only start my own list of one thousand gifts, but to once again begin to document our days. Life is filled with blessings. Gifts can be found in even the smallest of experiences and even in the mundane. Here is where we will share our stories, our blessings, our gifts.