Sadly, I must admit, I’m a Nature Journal dropout. I’ve tried. Oh, how I’ve tried. But, I always end up feeling bogged down by it. I’m inspired by books like Karen Andreola’s Pocketful of Pinecones (listen to last week’s podcast for more books like this that inspire me!), and every year I buy the Charlotte Mason bundle from this online curriculum sale, but reading about nature journaling and actually doing it are two very different things.
In addition to my current status as a city-dweller, there’s the fact that I have a lot of kids, and taking a lot of kids on a nature walk and then trying to get them to journal about the six bazillion naturey items they picked up is worse than herding cats – it’s like herding cats…out in nature…in a field…full of catnip. GAH!
As she became more alert, I began to see things in her facial features that seemed so very different from my other children – a flatness at the bridge of her nose – cheeks that were bony in the places that I usually kiss – an exotic look with piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through you, yet see nothing at all. 
