It is possible to see the more in winter, because the things to be seen do not crowd each other out. - Charlotte Mason, Vol. 1 p. 86
|Edith Holden, The Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady|
We are having a mild winter here in Minnesota - so far. Charlotte Mason has some common-sense advice from her Vol. 1, Home Education. There has been no problem following it this year!
Winter Walks as Necessary as Summer Walks
The question of out-of-doors exercise in winter and wet weather is really more important...If the children are to have what is quite the best thing for them, they should be two or three hours every day in the open air all through winter, say an hour and a half in the morning and as long in the afternoon.
When frost and snow are on the ground children have very festive times, what with sliding, snow-balling, and snow-building. But even on the frequent days when it is dirty under foot and dull over head they should be kept interested and alert, so that the heart may do its work cheerfully, and a grateful glow be kept up throughout the body in spite of clouds and cold weather.
All that has been said about "sight-seeing' and "picture painting,"...and observations to be noted in the family diary, belongs just as much to winter weather as to summer; and there is no end to the things to be seen and noted. The party come across a big tree which they judge, from its build, to be an oak - down it goes in the family diary; and when the leaves are out, the children come again to see if they are right. Many birds come into view the more freely in the cold weather that they are driven forth in search of food.
|Our family diary, a perpetual calendar called Rosemary for Remembrance by Tasha Tudor|
Here is the way William Cowper describes some winter scenes in his poem The Task -
The cattle mourns in corners where the fence screens them.
The sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires the horizon.
Every herb and every spiry blade stretches a length of shadow o'er the field.
The sparrows peep, and quit the sheltering eaves.
The redbreast warbles still, but is content
With slender notes, and more than half suppress'd;
Pleased with his solitude, and flitting light
From spray to spray, wheree'er he rests he shakes
From many a twig the pendent drops of ice
That tinkle in the wither'd leaves below.
And I love Miss Mason's parting words of confidence -
There is no reason why the child's winter walk should not be as fertile in observations as the poet's; indeed, in one way, it is possible to see the more in winter, because the things to be seen do not crowd each other out.
|tin-punch lantern hanging from the stick hut|