I can't imagine having gone to a school like the farm school my older kids have attended. Can you imagine shearing the sheep and washing the wool; carding and dyeing; making felted puppets to act out the poems you've created? Picking the apples and making applesauce; honey harvested from the bees, and candles from their wax; outdoorsy time in the trees and swamp, indoorsy time in pine-cosy shelters and homes with tables in the floor and ponds, inside? Singing and playing and eating and enjoying. I wish everyone's school was like this school.
You see how the older ones have graduated from decorating windows with stars and watercolors to quadratic equations. It can't be helped, really.
How is school getting along at your place this year?