Drink from my well

   This is to journal my days the crazy and lazy. All the funny things my kids say, places we visit, treasures we uncover at home and abroad.  The creative ways I handle being out numbered by boys and still stay in charge. It's a four to one game here and that alone takes a great deal of patience, skills in organization and a fine balance of humor and discipline.

 

For the need to organize ideas that come in overflowing buckets of   enthusiasm. Then during those idle times when I feel all dried up like the Sahara I can visit the well and renew my  inspiration.  Visit the pictures, places,books and ideas that keep me dreaming. Dreams of which the world needs to survive. Like a dying fairy begging you to clap if you believe. The world needs our dreams,.....so to the dreamers. I hope by sharing gems I have collected along the way you will find some magic too.

 

Where is the Cove?

 Treasure Cove, aka  Camp Cody where the dirt road ends between an undisturbed Florida forest and a brackish stretch of river. It is here in a 678 sqft cottage (and that includes the front porch) I have also braved the world of home education . Or as I like to call  creative explorations. We have recently stepped away from box curriculum and began a more eclectic mix of learning. Having nature at our fingertips year round it seemed a waste to spend so much time at a desk.  So by the pond, in the tree house, poolside, walking in the woods or Dad's garage. We do sometimes venture past the cove. We are very close to the zoo and have a few museums, historical parks, lots of  beaches, fishing holes and even a few great springs not to far. There is no telling where my band of pirates will invade next.