Finding Spiders, Ragwort Statistics, and Forgotten Secrets

To say that the day began with finding a squashed spider in my underwear, would not be strictly true. Indeed, I did find a squashed spider in my underwear, but that was when I stripped to bath, having been for a 7am ride. So strictly speaking my day began with a morning ride; a lovely ride but probably the most fly infested morning ride yet, since this beautiful summer weather began in earnest.

Another surprise was the sincere delight that danced across the face of Son No. 2 as he said, “This is such fun!” I had opened a new door for him in the wonderful world of learning. It was a door into new maths not yet discovered or explored by Son No 2. I am always surprised by the visual excitement he displays when something involves graphs.

I opened this door by ingeniously deciding to turn the headache of pulling ragwort into a maths project. Whereby we measured out a patch of ground where ragwort was growing, worked out the area, then pulled the ragwort and counted how many roots we pulled from our measured area. These were written down and after doing a few different areas we went inside, plotted a graph of our figures and had a look at the ratio of ragwort per metre squared to decipher where the ragwort was growing most densely – as if you couldn’t see with the naked eye.

Son No. 2 was so excited by the graph plotting and ratio figures, he spent the next half hour making up and plotting nonsense graphs about the profit made by some business although he could not decide what the business was. Its profit fluctuated most dramatically!

I had a major clash with Son No.1. A clash that provoked door slamming from said son and some Dad contact to soothe my sanity. We’ve not had one of those moments for a very long time. Surprised? Yes, I was and couldn’t figure what was unsettling him until he volunteered an explanation this evening, saying how anxious he has been all week about the dancing show he is performing in tomorrow. Uh huh! That’s the bee in his bonnet.

A wonderful school trip out to Ty Mawr Ybwrnant smoothed the anxious brow of wrinkles and with the peace offering of my camera to use, the lad had a wonderful afternoon. He took some great shots too. This is one of his.

This is the birthplace of William Morgan – he lead the team of translators, who translated the Bible into Welsh during the reign of Elizabeth I. It is so tucked away in one of the most unique and secluded little valleys around that you feel like you stumble upon hidden treasure when you visit it. We learnt so many surprises! One was that the little lane past the hidden gem, used to be the main road to London. Another was that Elizabeth I could speak Welsh. The custodian of the property was a fascinating moustached fount of knowledge which he gushed with great enthusiasm and language pebbled with Welsh, “Iawn“.

Son No 1. liked the idea that he would have been the one to take on the family farm. Son No 2. liked the idea he would have been the scholar, sent to study with the monks from the dissolved monastery. They both fit the Elizabethan model well. Daughter No 1. wasn’t too sure about her father choosing her husband for her and that she would most likely have been married when she was about 13 to some decrepit old land owner who would hopefully peg it fairly soon after they were married so that she could lawfully acquire his land and increase her family’s wealth. Daughter No. 2 was not sure about the idea of having to work all day, every day, now she is 7. I think she felt the monotony of turning the spinning wheel while I spun the wool would not be much fun, but she did like the box bed and the little cradle, upstairs.

After the house we tested the temperature of the little stream, ate biscuits and explored the garden, before going off for a walk on a trail through the woods and hills around the property. We could not find all the hidden animals made out of wood, but could answer all the questions on the questionnaire.

I feel so privileged to live where we do and to have the liberty to home educate my youngsters. A day that began with a beautiful ride concludes with more thanksgiving!

About deerfeet

I am a home-educating mother of four children. We live on a small holding in Wales and my husband is active in local politics and the lead pastor of our church, Festival Church.
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3 Responses to Finding Spiders, Ragwort Statistics, and Forgotten Secrets

  1. Lilian says:

    I didn’t know Elizabeth I could speak Welsh! That’s a good fact. Hope the dancing show goes well.

  2. Paul Evans says:

    Lovely as always Emily. You do indeed have a privileged environment; but you seem to work darn hard at making it so.

    • deerfeet says:

      Thank you, Paul. I think it might seem like hard work but I it isn’t really because it all comes so naturally. Being a parent and educating your kids is actually quite natural. I love what we do and the love for what we do is oil to the daily routine. It keeps everything running smoothly.

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