Today was our first attempt in Nature Journaling.  We had our paper and pencils ready--after some serious grumbling about the type of pencil boy wanted to "find" to use! 

I explained that we were going to check out all the windows, looking into our newly snowed on yard, and find something that God made to observe and then draw.  Man!  You would have thought I'd asked boy to climb Mt. Everest!  Crying fits of "I don't want to". 

After a bit of coaxing and explaining that this didn't need to be perfect, and was just a little drawing, he sat down at a living room window to draw a very frozen stem of a butterfly bush.  After ten minutes, he was hooked.  After 30, I could barely pull him away and he was begging for more!  What is that? I had to laugh.  He later did the same thing during math lessons (new concept)!  Oh well! 

I have to say, as I was drawing right next to him, that *I* thorougly enjoyed the experience.  Thoughts of my own Mama and all her drawings, popped into my head.  I used to love drawing with her when I was little, but I haven't thought of that specific time much since she died.  It was a nice memory!