When the Lord gave Zion back her captives, we became like dreamers.
Monday, 30 November 2009
A Prayer from our alter with winter jasmine.
When the Lord gave Zion back her captives, we became like dreamers.
First Sunday of Advent Reflection

We celebrated the first Sunday of advent yesterday. The first purple candle was brought to life upon the wreath and we reflected with prayers together.
Tell the timid to take heart
The Lord God will come,
The Lord will come soon and not delay
God will make the darkest places bright
See, God shall appear,
God shall not decieve,
The Lord will come quickly
Come Lord Jesus, send forth your spirit and renew the face of the earth
Be on watch, stay awake
The Lord is near
Watch with a sharp eye
The Lord is near
Look, all around you, see,
The Lord is near.
Amen
We have started to recite the Saint Andrew Novena. And are preparing our Jesse tree for it's first ornament!
Here are some great links for traditional advent prayers, feastdays and activities from fisheaters website
And here for homeschoolers from Serendipity
Like the bare branches of the trees outside. Our reflections are quiet, still and unembellished.
We unadorn and wait with simplicity. Emptying our heart so that it may make a fitting manger for the child to lay when christmas comes.
Friday, 20 November 2009
Advent Lapbook

This is a wonderful Lapbook for the advent season.
The story of the Christmas Carol " A Partridge in a Pear Tree" includes History, Catechism, Bible study and an Advent Theme perfect for the season.
There is a version for both the older and younger child too!
Print out the twelve days of Christmas lapbook from here.
The Story behind the song "A Partridge in a Pear Tree"
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Our Victorian Tea Party...
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As part of our history lesson we held a proper Victorian tea last week.
We cleaned out our china tea set and set about making some shortbread, and salmon and cucumber sandwiches. We also had some lemon slices cheese and biscuits, strawberries and cream, brandysnap baskets.
More wonderful Victorian Recipes here...
For tea we had a choice of Earl Grey, Darjeeling, Assam, Lap sang, Nettle tea, Chamomile, or Chai.
The History of Tea
Prior to the introduction of tea into Britain, the English had two main meals, breakfast and dinner. Breakfast was ale, bread, and beef. During the middle of the eighteenth century, dinner for the upper and middle classes had shifted from noontime to an evening meal that was served at a fashionable late hour. Dinner was a long, massive meal at the end of the day.
Anna, the Duchess of Bedford (1788-1861) is credited as the creator of teatime. Because the noon meal had become skimpier, the Duchess suffered from "a sinking feeling" at about four o'clock in the afternoon. At first the Duchess had her servants sneak her a pot of tea and a few breadstuffs. Adopting the European tea service format, she invited friends to join her for an additional afternoon meal at five o'clock in her rooms at Belvoir Castle. The menu centered around small cakes, bread and butter sandwiches, assorted sweets, and, of course, tea. This summer practice proved so popular, the Duchess continued it when she returned to London, sending cards to her friends asking them to join her for "tea and a walking the fields." The practice of inviting friends to come for tea in the afternoon was quickly picked up by other social hostesses.
During the second half of the Victorian Period, known as the Industrial Revolution, working families would return home tired and exhausted. The table would be set with any manner of meats, bread, butter, pickles, cheese and of course tea. None of the dainty finger sandwiches, scones and pastries of afternoon tea would have been on the menu. Because it was eaten at a high, dining table rather than the low tea tables, it was termed "high" tea.
Memories made of...Woodland wonders... Autumn treasures
Some more Autumn memories from this week...
We have been finding treasures in the woods and filling glass jars with, fruit, flowers, feathers leaves, pieces of an old wild bee hive and other such woodland wonders.
We have pressed a good many leaves to both identify, match up with the various nuts, shells, berries etc from our jars and still more to make collages with too!
Till then these jars make their own work of art upon my kitchen windowsill.
It is especially lovely when the warm russet coloured sunshine that we get this time of year glints through, illuminating each and every leaf vein and hue.
Another lovely thing about the week has been the opportunity for learning outdoors.
Tuesday, 13 October 2009
An Autumn post...
She discovered that the sparrow had used some of her gardening twine as nest materiel.
It was laced with soft moss on the outside and so cosy inside!
High point of the day was our walk through the park. The sun glinted through the colourful trees as the leaves fluttered down around us like confetti.
We saw a sparrow hawk hover over our garden yesterday.
Today we found lots of different leaves, seeds, cones and fruits and took them home for identification.
Low point of the day was when afternoon lessons I decided to clean the downstairs part of the house really thoroughly and as it was such a beautiful day set the children loose in the garden.
Five minutes into my well intentioned cleaning plans and Bujana had managed to chase Seraphina into the algae filled puddle of a pond that the cover of our sandpit has become since all the rain last week!
Ode To Autumn
Keats (1819)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.