Letter to my children: On unicorns at breakfast and Schoolsteading

Dearest Beloveds,

The latest addition to our Homesteading Homeschooling life arrived yesterday. (I think I am am going to combine those into Schoolsteading - like Femivore.) The barn. The barn to house the stuff/equipment that seems to have multiplied in the not even 8 years that we have lived here. It is a glorious empty space and soon will have a gardening niche, beekeeping corner, handtool alley, heavy saw plaza, Tentrr station, and riding equipment boulevard - can’t wait.

As excited I was about the barn being delivered yesterday - I think I was almost as excited about the outfits you two were wearing. Outfits that you wore for breakfast, during schooltime, and then out into the world. Two darting unicorns ran around the gravel pad to clear away the leaves while we were waiting for the WIDE LOAD truck to appear.

Then the wind blew.

“Momma! NOOOO!!! The wind!” New leaves swirled onto the pad. Unicorns immediately got to work with small hands and darting bodies.

All cleared, good.

Then, a whisper of sound and all eyes turned. “No! More wind!”

More clearing more darting.

And soon it became a game.

Sticks were procured to brush the new leaves - the WIDE LOAD truck slowly moved down the road, a helper pushing back the tree branches.

Then the chant.

“Leaf alone, booodie bot TIK! Leaf alone, booodie bot TIK! Leaf alone, booodie bot TIK!”

Echoing around the WIDE LOAD truck as it backed into position for delivery. A safe space secured by the efforts of the unicorns.

The big fuzzy purple one and the small dark gray one - worn all during the morning for comfort and fun.

Thank you for being my beloved unicorns.