We have picked fruit this week for jams and jellies and a delicious (me) revolting (Jiggy) syrup for tickly throats from Elderberry and clove. It covered science for several days and made the house smell very mellow and autumnal. We have had interesting visitors who remember our old house from years ago – tick that living history box. We have found the Khan Academy (www.khanacademy.org) which has reinvigorated maths, poetry day which encouraged Jig to hide rude words in seemingly innocuous lists to make acrostics and BBC i-wonder which saves my bacon day after day when I don’t know what we are going to do next. A new art club has led to marbling and patchwork and an old home ed club has cemented friendships and social opportunity.
We followed a child, not dissimilar to Jig, around Tesco the other day. He was in uniform, had two helpers and was obviously on a ‘life skills’ lesson. I idly wondered how much the hour they spent in there had cost and hoped that the exercise had by some miracle coincided with a period of receptivity that means it would have been worth the considerable effort both women were putting into the buying of bread and milk. I have to say that it looked rather like sowing seeds on stony ground. Jig and I are lucky, really lucky, that we don’t have to do all that now. We can simply live our days and harvest the fruits that are right there, under our feet.