more Farm Camp

As the day lengths peak and the moon shines so bright, we are exuberant, even in the midst of transition. Everything seems possible at the summer solstice, doesn’t it? It’s amazing how naked the growing energy is for the children. Unmediated and uninterpreted. Isaiah went to sleep talking about every way he is getting big. . . “When I’m big, I’ll be as tall as Logan.” “When I’m too big to fit under the covers, I won’t ever sleep at all.” “When I’m 5, I won’t have to hold your hand.” “When  I’m big, I’ll drink soda. I ‘ll drink a whole one myself and I won’t have to share.”

Some more Farm Camp reflections…

If you visited us while we were living at OZ Farm, you probably know that milking and frolicking with the goats was one of our greatest joys. We were there for the birth of 3 little kids, and we were so happy to meet this years new babe’s and greet that quickly growing herd of 12!

Of course on the camp menu was goat cheese. We made it fresh, like making paneer, where you heat the milk in a saucepan, add some lemon juice and watch the curds and whey magically separate. Strain in some cheesecloth, add salt and flowers or herbs and voila! Soft and creamy cheese. We made some crunchy olive oil crackers to go with them. The children loved getting messy with flour and dough. Every step was a mess and a joy.

Four of us mamas/teachers created and led this motley camp. Here, a well-deserved snack break in the barn with the talented musician/gardener/farmer’s wife Shauna.

Camp provides many opportunities to work out relationships of all sorts, especially among siblings. Little brother takes full advantage of bow and arrow making day.