birkenstock mama

It's funny, now in my thirties I am searching out things from my childhood.  Bringing close to me memories that are particularly precious.  One day for school (I was homeschooled) my mom brought us outside to explore doing art made with nature. I had a block of paper and wanted to draw dandelions.  I picked all kinds, ones that had tight buds, ones that were huge and open blossomed and others that were already puffs.  With the stems I drew a green stem on my paper and with the flowers I drew the yellow blossom on top.  I remember puffs flying all around me and being amazed that I could draw a dandelion with a dandelion.  Such a beautiful time in my life.
For a short time my brother and I attended a waldorf school and during our time there we learned the beauty of folk tales, how to knit, how to play the recorder and mostly how to live using our imagination!