Our Homeschool Meeting

I headed out to visit a friend last night. She and I are about the only two who attend our homeschool meeting anymore, so we’ve started meeting in each other’s homes; once we went out to a restaurant to chat. Her children are smaller than mine—the youngest is a one-year-old, and the oldest is in 4^th grade. I did not realize it was snowing when I left, but by the time I got through the near-by town, the snow was blowing hard enough that I had to dim my headlights to see where I was going. Some spots of the little country road were covered with so much moving snow that I could not see the road. I decided I was close enough to her home that I would keep going. I’m glad I did.

I started knitting a sweater for her son when he was born, and last night I finally had it done enough to try it on him. Thankfully he has not grown too big for it! When I get the little hood attached, I’ll take a photo and post it. I use to knit a lot, but I’ve found myself avoiding my knitting basket at night. I do so much close-up work with my eyes all day that by the time evening comes I don’t care to do more. I’m glad I have it almost done, though. He’s cute as a button wearing that little blue sweater with his dark hair and eyes shining out from the little blue hood!

We chatted about school and our children and talked about the books we were using. I told her about my daughter’s trying out for the homeschool play yesterday. But before long, we both decided I needed to head home in case the roads were getting worse. I bundled up and headed out to the car. The windshield was iced over so I used my new scraper to clean off the windows, and then I pulled out onto the road. The snow had stopped falling. Down in the long, winding valley there was not much wind. I could not help but think of the poem, “Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening”. Everything was white, and the woods on both sides of the road were “lovely, dark and deep”. At the top of the hill, the wind was still blowing and the roads were icy. I made my way through the twists and turns at about 40 miles an hour. All the way home there was not a single car behind me. Of course, the cats came out to greet me when I drove down the lane.

It’s nice to have friends.

The Birdfeeder