On a whim, I started this High Desert Home blog a year ago in early April. I'm not sure exactly what day it was because my blog disappeared soon after I started it, and all posts were reposted on April 7, 2008. So, I'm right at one-year-old. And I've put up 239 posts not counting this one. Wow. Yikes.
I'm leaving sometime tomorrow to head west til Easter. And then I'll be back. There will be no posts until then, but I want to republish the very first post I put up a year ago. It's a favorite passage of mine from Agatha Christie's autobiography. I love that this is my first post because it so represents the way I think. I tend to be exuberant about what each day brings, and what can be nicer than a lovely spring morning outdoors? The passage also reflects my thoughts about children and learning. For children, I think nature is the best schoolroom. There's a time to put nose to book and pencil to paper, but with a child, those times should be very brief. Much more time should be spent outdoors, smiling and working and playing and enjoying God's amazing world.
Here's that first post:
On spring days like this, when the sky is blue and the sun shines warmly, and all one wants to do is be outdoors, I remember this lovely passage from Agathie Christie's memoir, and I smile because I can't agree more. And it makes my heart sing with gratitude to the Lord that He led my family into a delightful, free, and natural learning life at home.
"Having arrived on the mound at half past six, a halt is called for breakfast at eight-thirty. We eat hard-boiled eggs and flaps of Arab bread, and Michel (the chauffeur) produces hot tea, which we drink from enamel mugs, sitting on top of the mound, the sun just pleasantly warm, and the morning shadows making the landscape incredibly lovely, with the blue Turkish hills to the north, and all around tiny springing flowers of scarlet and yellow. The air is wonderfully sweet. It is one of those moments when it is good to be alive. The foremen are grinning happily; small children driving cows come and gaze at us shyly. They are dressed in incredible rags, their teeth gleam white as they smile. I think to myself how happy they look and what a pleasant life it is; like the fairy stories of old, wandering about over the hills herding cattle, sometimes sitting and singing.
"At this time of day the so-called fortunate children in European lands are setting out for the crowded classroom, going in out of the soft air, sitting on benches or at desks, toiling over letters of the alphabet, listening to a teacher, writing with cramped fingers. I wonder to myself whether, one day a hundred years or so ahead, we shall say in shocked accents, 'In those days they actually made poor little children go to school, sitting inside buildings at desks for hours a day! Isn't it terrible to think of! Little children!'"
~Agatha Christie in Come, Tell Me How You Live
So, Happy Anniversary to me, and thank you to you. What a really nice bunch of people have stopped by my blog over the months with warm thoughts and comments. I appreciate you all.
Have a good Holy Week and a beautiful Easter celebration. He is risen!