Thursday Sherri brought me a beautiful peach colored tea rose from her garden. "a November Rose," she called it. It had fierce triangle shaped thorns and dark green, glossy leaves. Its strength defied the coming winter. But today it is colder and lighter with the time change. Saturday morning it was dark enough when I let the dog out first thing for me to hear an owl hoot hooting in Mrs. F's woods. Today, same time, it is too light for him I guess; he's already in bed.
A wee explanation: this website was created as a way to amplify the daily surprise of seeing glory in one small life. The notebook entries represented here are all selected from things actually lived and noted on paper in an effort to live the full life British educator Charlotte Mason so ably championed.
Book Of Centuries
Book Of Firsts