Some kids live in cities or suburbs and attend classes, lessons, courses, and tutorials of all sorts.
Such things are not inaccessible to country kids, but it's a little harder when you have to drive 45 minutes to the nearest "big town".
Nah, country kids are lacking in opportunities. Life on a farm is boring.
Oh, except for the pirate ships.
I can take no credit for this construction; somehow, my husband conjured it out of some old 4x4s, logs, planks, and a tall post that was already in the ground, without my noticing (until it was done).
A bicycle wheel became the steering wheel (I know there's a technical term for that but, not being a mariner, I wouldn't know it). Old ropes serve as rigging, and that old windsurfer sail that's been kicking around for years? Just the right touch for this seaworthy craft.
Jude declares himself the Captain, and finds lots to occupy his imagination in this pile of boards.
This piece from an old bamboo windchime is the telescope...land ho! Check out that piratey stance (and that ever-fashionable pj pants and rubber boots ensemble!)
Grace O'Malley, the Irish pirate queen, drops anchor, then gets ready to hop in a rowboat to head to a nearby island, seeking treasure.
And the ever-present, pantless Cabin Girl practises her "Yarrrrr!"
My husband is a creative guy. He fixes things around the farm in his own quirky way. He sees purpose in items that others would write off as junk. I spend a day with the kids, and feel frustrated at how little I get done. He spends a day with the kids, and creates a Pirate Ship. God, I love that man.