Moving is a tiresome event that never seems to come to an end. Slowly, steadily boxes are unpacked. And each room, each shelf, each nook and cranny is in chaotic upheaval until organized. Meanwhile, life does go on. Boxes have to wait, because meals need to be made. Laundry piles up. Groceries need to be bought. Books need to be read aloud. So, the unpacking process goes very slowly.
But it is more than unpacking. More than organizing. It is creating home. I will come back to this in future posts as I share photos of our progress.
For now, here are a handful of photos to let you peek into our days.
Oh, and I have a future blog post whirling in my mind about Charlotte Mason's idea that "education is an atmosphere, a discipline, a life." I want to pick this quote apart someday soon and illustrate it in photos. For now, just take a look at what my children's work space looked like last week when we started doing lessons before everything was unpacked and organized... COMPLETE CHAOS!
But before you judge the poor dears, take a look at what the room looked like!
Seriously, who can operate in such a disaster zone?! So, their work space reflected the atmosphere of the entire room. Education really IS an atmosphere. Okay, more on that later...
As I said, life moves on, even with boxes still unpacked. The kitchen was the first room that I tamed. It really is the heart of the home in many ways. So, at 3 times during our days, no matter what the state of unpacking in other rooms may be, we can meet in the kitchen for some down time together.
The rhythm and routine come back into motion as tables are set...
And meals are prepared... This particular meal was roast, mashed potatoes, onions/green chiles/poblano peppers, and an organic mixed greens salad.
Sometimes it's the little extras that make all the difference...the colors of the food, the way it's arranged, the bringing out of cloth napkins, the candles, the bread wrapped in a cloth in a basket. All these things make mealtime special in a way that cannot be described in words.
And, not forgetting the practical side of things, of course... The juice from the roast is collected in a mason jar and frozen for later...possibly for soup or gravy.
Life is moving along here...the chaotic slowly being tamed into the peaceful.
