Our Poetry Workshop is a grand thing. We've been trying our hands at many poetic forms and noticing that poetry hides in many things. Yesterday we wrote spine poems.
Then while lining up after lunch we realized that poetry was hiding in our shirts!
We had our first plein air Knitting for Peace today.
And even had a grandma join us–a grandma who was taught to knit by her grandson (right).
Friendship is grand.