

When Spring Calls, We Listen
Homeschooling in a Season That Refuses to Be Contained There is a moment each spring when the rhythm begins to shift. It doesn't happen all at once. There's no announcement. Just a subtle loosening. The snow softens. The air changes. The boys start drifting toward the door before breakfast is finished. Boots appear by the step. Jackets are forgotten. Whatever carefully held rhythm we carried through winter begins to feel… too tight, and just no longer right. Spring Doesn'
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