A Light Exists in Spring
A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you.
Then as Horizons step
Or Noons report away
Without the Formula of sound
It passes and we stay —
A quality of loss
Affecting our Content
As Trade had suddenly encroached
Upon a Sacrament.
— Emily Dickinson
Turner has some golden visions, glorious and beautiful. They are only visions, but still, they are art, and one could live and die with such pictures.
—John Constable on the 1828 Royal Academy Exhibition.
The Snowdrop Fairy
Deep sleeps the Winter,
Cold, wet, and grey;
Surely all the world is dead;
Spring is far away.
Wait! the world shall waken;
It is not dead, for lo,
The Fair Maids of February
Stand in the snow!
— Cicely Mary Barker
“Always winter and never Christmas;
think of that!”
“How awful!” said Lucy.
— The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis
Lucy is right. It would be awful! Christmas is most definitely the light in the darkness. Such joy amidst the long winter months. Continue reading
I know it’s only just November! But I thought I’d share one of my plans for the rest of term. In the lead up to Christmas we are going to go ‘Nutcracker’ crazy!
Tchaikovsky’s perfect seasonal ballet. Continue reading
I want to touch people with my art. I want them to say ‘he feels deeply, he feels tenderly’.
— Vincent Van Gogh
The Harvest Moon
It is the Harvest Moon! On gilded vanes
And roofs of villages, on woodland crests
And their aerial neighborhoods of nests
Deserted, on the curtained window-panes
Of rooms where children sleep, on country lanes
And harvest-fields, its mystic splendor rests!
Gone are the birds that were our summer guests,
With the last sheaves return the laboring wains!
All things are symbols: the external shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer’s close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Guest Writer Michelle Dobbie lives and homeschools her two boys in South London. Here she shares some beautiful ways to teach STEM* subjects in our homes and schools. Continue reading
Sitting on the sofa with a picture book or two is one of my 3 year old’s favourite things to do. I love reading them to her so Continue reading