sorrelOne of my neighbors and friends, Annette, here in my cute and quirky Seattle neighborhood, has an amazing city garden that’s starting to rival Martha Stewart’s. Seriously–name a fruit, veggie, herb or berry–and she probably has it in the ground. (And P.S. she also has chickens–in the city!) So on a walk this afternoon with the kiddos, I caught myself gazing longingly at her rows of tomatoes and squares of eggplant, along with the cranberry plants and the mysterious sprigs of lime-green poking out of the earth everywhere. She noticed my curiosity and plucked a leaf off a plant and handed it to me today. It looked a lot like spinach, but when I took a bite, I was blown away. It tasted exactly like



crayonThe beautiful Leigh over at the blog Marvelous Kiddo wrote in her bio that she was raised as an “unschooler.” A what? How had I not heard of this word in my 31 years? I’m familiar with home schooling, of course, because my mom home-schooled my sister, brothers and me for a short time, a fact that I still find amazing. (I was only home for a brief stint between moving from one school district to another, and though I give my mom props for doing it, I don’t think it suited me). But unschooling? I had no idea. So, fascinated, I googled it, and found this interesting definition from the site, unschooling.com