AKA: The Opposite of the Tower of London
Today (yay! I’m caught up!) we went to a farm in London.
Yes, that’s right, a farm! in London! About 10 minutes from our hotel, actually!
(that picture reminds me a bit of Central Park with the contrast of city vs nature)
It was suggested to me by an English reader of mine (hi Freya!) and I decided that it was just the change of pace that we needed.
Did I mention that it was free?
And that the children could run amongst the animals at will?
(You could just go on in)
Isaac was in heaven.
He really is a “free range” child.
And it was so nice to just let him be.
This picture is pretty much the epitome of my two children:
(Isaac is banging on the gate as hard as he can to be let in to the goat pin)
Isaac dives right in to life and lives it, kissing goats, grabbing their ears, getting pecked by chickens, sniffing pigs, he is LIVING LARGE.
(waiting to kiss one. He succeeded)
He learns by getting after it.
And Joseph is my cautious one. My observer.
He prefers to stay by me and ask millions of questions
(“Where is that goat’s Mommy?” “Why do some goats have horns and some don’t?” “If that sound is a goat talking, what does a goat CRYING sound like?” “Careful, Mama, remember you are allergic to horses!”)
He learns by contemplating and absorbing and experimenting.
It is fun to have both, and challenging to respect both kinds of…well… being and making them flow together.
Let me stop before I get too deep this late at night, and finish by saying that my favorite part was this piping hot cup of tea and a slice of fresh, warm, lemony (An English thing?) carrot cake
and watching my muddy (and not so muddy, respectively “Careful Mama! That might be poopoo! Let’s walk over on this part”) children’s happy faces.
Do you remember that I have no washing machine?
Such is life.