Seasonal Homeschool Rhythms

The Autumn Medicine Making Guide for families is now in the shop! Additional seasons coming soon.

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Intentional home rhythms guided by the seasons. A month by month feast filled with stories, medicine making, foraging, crafts, poetry, video tutorials and resources to guide your days through the seasons. This is an introduction to the medicine at our feet, a childhood steeped in nature where “everything is known & loved because it is known”. The experience within the seasonal guide can be suited for all ages and meant to be a gentle inspiration through the year.

The guide is very much about relationship. There is no checklist or day to day schedule. The seasonal guide is for the whole family to be nourished by time together spilling over good books, unhurried time out of doors, side by side hands on foraging, tasting, smelling, creating with wild medicine & connecting with the seasons.

The seasonal rhythm is more than just herbs, it’s a gentle walk through the joys of our homeschool. I wanted it to feel like you’re sitting down with a friend when you read it because that’s what this is: a compilation of poetry, books, music, recipes and art that make our learning, really our living, so full of beauty. I share the ways we enjoy these pursuits with gentle guidance. There is no checklist or day by day schedule, but more of a hope that you’ll join me in pursuing wonder, enjoying beauty and learning in a rich way that can supplement the more traditional subjects. The artful additions to those core subjects are perhaps more important to learning because to me, they are the beauty we call on throughout life, the forest walk, the poem, song or piece of art has a place deep inside us that when given in childhood stays forever and makes a home.

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With love, Laura

“We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass, the same hips and haws on the autumn hedgerows, the same redbreasts that we used to call ‘God’s birds’ because they did no harm to the precious crops. What novelty is worth that sweet monotony where everything is known and loved because it is known?”

George Eliot