Welcome to our Dragonfly Cove Care Home and our Nook and a Book reading corner. This blog is a living, growing record of our kiddos during this beautiful time in our lives together. This kind of blogging is as personal and intimate as writing a journal or diary. Memories and experiences are the greatest gifts we can bestow on our children. Here we document and share the unique experiences, ideas and inspirations enriching our lives and the children in our care. You will see various pictures of our kiddos learning through play and inquiry in every day life

A couple of ideas and quotes related to our blog and growth...

"Life isn't about finding yourself; It's about creating yourself."
"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass; it's learning to dance in the rain"

My passion and love of learning stems from a belief that learning is a life-long process. We strive to be open and adaptable to the many changes and challenges of everyday life. I try to model continued learning as the children see me reading, studying and implementing new, creative adaptations and theory to our home indoor and outdoor environments and lives. By giving them these roots, my hope is they will also follow a path of inquiry and know as students of life, they will always be learning and growing

Here is an excerpt from "How Does Learning Happen? Ontario’s Pedagogy for the Early Years" which directly pertains to our blog here...

"a means of sharing perspectives with parents and colleagues. When families and others are invited to contribute to the documentation and share their own interpretations, it can provide even more insights that children, educators, and families can return to, reflect on, and remember in order to extend learning."

We love reading your thoughts and comments! Thanks so much for embarking on this special, memorable journey with us... lots of love

Tuesday, 7 August 2018

Climb every mountain... ford every stream... follow every rainbow...

Sorry we've been MIA... we're off making memories...
"Climb every mountain... ford every stream... follow every rainbow..."
See you in September and have a wonderful summer!

The Wooded Path...

I Must Walk Again The Wooded Path;
I must stroll the country lane
Where sunsets fall like summer plums
and stardust falls like rain.
I must chase again the firefly
on the honeysuckle vine.
And watch an eagle spread its wings
above the tallest pine.
I must see once more a hummingbird
where hollyhocks grow wild.
And run barefoot through the Autumn leaves
like I did as a child.
I must stand atop a mountain
when the valley's white with snow.
And linger there till purple haze
spreads twilight far below.
I must do these things lest I forget
how precious life can be.
I must walk again the wooded path
of quaint simplicity.
~Clay Harrison

Monday, 11 June 2018

I Opened A Book... one of my favourite poems... by Julia Donaldson

Instead, I held you♥

Today my patience has run thin and all I could think about was having a few minutes to myself, but as you fell fast asleep on my chest, it was an easy choice despite a list of things needing to be done.  Because instead... I held you.
I was going to get the dishwasher unloaded and the overflowing pile in sink washed.
But instead... I held you.
I was going to get the clothes folded that have been sitting in the dryer, refluffed one too many times. And I was going to rewash the laundry that sat wet over night.
But instead I held you.

 I was going to grab my two minute shower and if I was lucky, I was going to blow-dry my hair and maybe throw on a little makeup.
But instead I held you.

I was going to answer some work emails and respond to a few missed calls that have needed returned over the past 72 hours.
But instead I held you.

I was going to vacuum up the crunched mini-wheats that you accidentally spread through the living room and stairwell, and likewise clean up some of the toys that are strewn in every room but the playroom.
But instead I held you.

I was going to get dinner in the crock pot and go through the pile of mail that has been sitting on the countertop since Monday.
But instead I held you.

I was going to carry you upstairs and lay you down as I was pretty certain you wouldn’t awake if I did. Maybe you would have been more comfortable in your bed?
But instead I held you. 

You see, your little legs are already bunched up on the chair as it seems like it was just yesterday that your tiny toes were still resting upon my stomach. Your tiny breaths and sweet hands fell so perfectly around me, yet soon you will prefer to stretch out in your own toddler bed. It turns out that my plans for this time weren’t going to accomplish what I have right here in my arms. I found my calm and the peace and the satisfaction right here, right now, because of one simple choice...
Instead, I held you.

~Regan Long, 2016~

Tuesday, 5 June 2018


You don’t have to know how it’s all going to work out.
You don’t have to know where it begins and ends.
Just know there is goodness in the middle of this mess.
 And breathe.

You don’t have to be a superhero today.
You don’t have save the world.
Just hold someone you love tightly in your arms.
And breathe.

You don’t have to predict the future.
You don’t even have to see a silver lining in the latest catastrophe.
Just notice the sky above your head.
And breathe.

You don’t have to know all the words.
You don’t have to speak with conviction.
Just say, “I am here,”
And breathe.

I often forget there is something I can do
when I don’t know what to do:
Just Breathe.
 R Stafford 2017

Tuesday, 29 May 2018

See beyond the surface

Our children look to us as the example to emulate.
I want to make sure I've shown them something good to follow.

I vow to stop measuring my worth
By my appearance...
By the cleanliness of my home...
By my children’s attire in public...
  I don’t want them to measure their worth that way.

I vow to stop measuring my significance
By how much I accomplish...
By the sum of my bank accounts...
By the amount of likes on my posts...
 I don’t want them to measure their significance that way.

I vow to stop measuring my value
By bulges, wrinkles, imperfections, and scars...
By how much I can accomplish in a day...
By the opinions of others...
 I don’t want them to measure their value that way.

Today I choose to stop looking at the things I am not.
I will start looking at all the things I am.

I want them to see beyond the surface of themselves,
To see all that they are too.

Poem by Sherry Johnson

Adapted from the poetry writings and style of Rachel Stafford.
She wrote the first version of this poetry with so many people now making versions of their own.  I encourage you to make your own based on your life and what you'd want for your children.
It's very therapeutic and helps guide your own thoughts and actions to set the best example you can for your children♥

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Thursday, 24 May 2018

Feed your soul♥

Come into the woodland...

Sit by the moving water...

Translate the bird calls...

Laugh at simplicity...

Feel the air surrounding you...

Touch the living rock...

Feed your soul♥


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