My son Woody turned six in November of 2011. That would have been the kindergarten year for most kids, 180 days that mark the beginning of the school career. But Woody did his learning in the big, wide, beautiful world, without school being a part of it.

I'm Teresa Honey, and I kept this blog to document this time in my son's life, to share pictures and stories with far-away friends and relatives, and to add ours to the many stories of families living rich, engaging, loving lives with learning happening all the time and in many forms, totally inseparable from every other part of being human.

Here you'll find 180 or so learning moments recorded from August, 2011 to April, 2012 in the life of a 5-turned-6-year-old radically unschooled kid.

Friday, September 30, 2011

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This is an Osage Orange. Or a Horse Apple. Or a Hedge Apple. Or if you want to be fancy, a Bois D'Arc. It's from a mulberry-like tree native to this part of the world, though I had seen one once in a park in Florida with fruits not nearly this big. The fruits are all over the ground this time of year, and the boys love them. They weigh about as much as a softball, though, and are nearly as hard, so we had to be careful hurling them around in a park full of homeschool kids and high school cross-country runners.

After about twenty minutes, Woody had had his lot of fun with it and handed it off to a maybe three-year-old boy who was equally delighted to throw and roll and run after the bright, bumpy ball. There's some cool history to the Osage tree that I looked up this afternoon including wood highly prized for bow-making (right up Woody's alley). Daddy Honey told us that one of the theories of the origin of the word Ozark is "Of the Arcs," meaning the place where all the good bows come from.

The rest of our time at the park included playing Ghost Tag on the playground and WWI  and Magic Island with his little brother and new friend in the ditch at the end of the rain garden.