The walk to school


Instead of driving my daughter to school, I find it much nicer to take the shuttle bus that loops around the UCSC campus, get off at the lower campus stop and walk past the women’s center.  This leads me to a beautiful cypress grove adjacent to her school.  It’s so much calmer to start the day this way!




Little Phoebe had a fever last night.  Nothing else has shown up.  It seems like it’s starting to come back so she’s taking it easy today with a cold pack on her head, nibbling on frozen strawberries.


I finally tuned my guitar again after letting it sit lonely on its stand for a few months.  I practiced scales and strumming and some dexterity exercises.  Phoebe asked me to tune hers as well and actually tried placing her fingers on the right frets for a chord.  (She used to insist on playing her own way, uninterested in learning chords.)   She had fun for a bit and then was over it.  I intend on practicing more often now that school is less intense as before.  This time I hope not to get too impatient with myself as I learn this new skill.

Leaf Rubbings



There is nothing more easy and beautiful than a leaf rubbing.  I did this activity with toddlers a couple of weeks ago while at work and again with Phoebe just yesterday.  Phoebe is old enough to understand that veins transport water through the leaf and this activity is a good way to bring the veins to the fore.  I dried them flat for a day before sandwiching them between two pieces pf paper and rubbing a crayon over the top.

Ballerina Scientist

Phoebe spotted a mossy branch the other day and pointed it out.

“Yeah,” I said, “You can take that home and examine it with your magnifying glass.”

“What does ‘examine’ mean?” she asked.

“To look closely and make observations.  You know what observations are,” I replied.  “You’re learning a lot of scientific terms.”

“That’s because I am a scientist,” she asserted.  “I’m a ballerina scientist.  Do you know what ballerina scientists do?”

“No, what do they do?”

“They dance all around through the forest and when they spot something interesting, they stop and take it home and observe it.  They do that again and again and again.  That’s what they do.”