Rescued monsieur field mouse from a dog's water dish wherein he was doing laps. Very small, very grey and LARGE nocturnal eyes. He made it through the night in a wee jar. Students want to call him Othello. Cheated when I painted him; I couldn't get a good look live... so I painted from a photo. Field mice love apple bark...hence the girdling of many trees in winter.
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