Yet another wriggley update!

I'm terribly sorry but this will never cease to fascinate me. Look how they have grown in just a few days. Humperdink is already a centimetre long!

Here is a photo of a hatching wriggley (right in the middle of the 'web'):

I now have a total of eighteen.

Wriggley update

There are now 12 wrigglies with an average of two hatching just about every night. Here you can see clearly who Humperdink and Kori are.

Yoohoo!

I am so happy. Today I checked on the silkworm eggs from last year and guess what I found, desperately looking for something to eat. Yes. A silkworm.

Meet Humperdink, the first silkworm to hatch.

Humperdink is that little black, wiggley looking line at the tip of the leaf.

I will be updating periodically, so keep your eyes peeled...

Happy spring, everyone!

Today is the first day of spring. To celebrate I thought I would post some pieces of music that I like and also have the word 'spring' in their title. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!

There were three more but I couldn't find them on Grooveshark. If, however you want to listen to them you will find all three on Youtube.

Here are the titles:

The First of Spring - Acker Bilk
Spring Song - Halfdan Kjerulf
Spring - Brian Crain

Pi!

Hi, blog followers from all over the world! This day is unique, like all others, I suppose. But today is the day that the first numbers of Pi coincide -  if, of course, you write the date the American way...

E.g.     3 - 14 - 15

Then at 09:26 and 53 seconds this morning it was:

3 - 14 - 15 - 926 - 53

Here you have the first ten digits if the number PI.

This doesn't happen very often. In fact, just once a century. To celebrate, I am going to try and make a lemon meringue PI. My daughter informed me that she was already busy with a PI pizza for their lunch!

I hope you all have the freakiest day possible.

Said pie:

Another quote...

A poem I found...

...whilst sorting out our homeschooling material. This was first to be copied, then to be learnt. I remember it well. It was part of a project about snails that one of my boys did one spring.

THE SNAIL

Where he goes he leaves a trail

When he goes where he shouldn't be

His trail is there for all to see.

Our life is like the little snail,

Where we go we leave a trail.

The things we do and the things we say,

Are the trail we leave from day to day.