Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Loose Ends

I have to tell you, I am struggling with this blog. Maybe it shows? I'm sure it shows. With the Honey House Kindgarden, I had a mission--180 posts over the course of the conventional school year. Dud days were dud days. Gloriously full days were gloriously full. Side by side. Big picture. Nine months. Treats and warts and typical and extraordinary. Show what a 5-to-6-year old's life looked like, unschooled. That was the deal. I was driven (gladly) to post rain or shine, something, to get to 180.

But this? This I'm not too sure about. I don't really care for the blog format when there isn't an overarching structure. I have to do some thinking on that.

Still, here are some loose ends from the last week. I'll do better when I can, when the mission of this writing comes to me, when I am again purposeful and motivated by a desire to ___________. (Right. That's the part that's forthcoming.)

Thursday morning conversation over smoothies at the lunch counter at the co-op. Woody and I took a sushi-making class here together back in the spring of 2011.

Sweaty times in the swamp of Lake Bradford, at the Tallahassee Museum. At the end of the trail leading through the native animal habitats--which included black bears, Florida panthers, bobcats, red wolves, otters, birds of prey, and alligators--there were several of these dino sculptures made from junk-yard auto parts by Florida-born folk artist Jim Gary.

You can barely see him in the woods, though maybe you can make out his blue Gators shirt and blond head, but there is Fox, who will not leave the trail to see the Lichgate Oak. I only stayed long enough to snap this picture. It's one of my favorite places, but no longer the boys', I guess.

Fox is slowly, slowly, slowly learning to re-love the water. This was a huge day at Wakulla Springs. We stayed nearly until they closed, just so Fox would get as much water time as he needed and wanted.

The gallery at the Museum of Florida History featured funny portraits of Floridians. This one, I liked a lot. My historian husband is going to ask about the citation, and alas, I have none...

The down time with our friends was rich, happy, colorful, and sweet.

Heading south, this time with a cousin in tow, we stopped at the Florida Museum of Natural History in Gainesville. This is a fossil cart, which preceded our tour of prehistoric Florida. The giant shark-ancestor Megalodon was captivating, though Fox, understandably, wanted to be held as we walked past the hall of giant jaws.