Homemade trees make an appearance around my house fairly often: crocheted, knitted, stitched, felted, wooden, paper, cardboard, and simple branches in vases filled with sand. So when excited kids, air dry modeling clay and small bits of trees get together, yet another homemade forest is born:
You can let the clay dry with the mini-trees stuck in the stand, but the branches dry out in a few days and the needles make a pretty mess. I recommend making the clay base taller with a larger, deeper hole, leaving out the branch until the clay is dry. This creates a reusable pine stand that can make appearances in any season, for colorful ponies and woodland animals alike.
Rickett’s Glen, PA
The pup and I like to walk the trail at Haverford College in southeastern PA and admire the art. Yes, he likes art, too. Mainly eating it. But I don’t judge.
Haverford College has natural beauty, spontaneous art made from nature, and—just art. Not natural, unless somehow spray paint is made from carmine beetles and blueberries. Thought I’d share some of my favorite spots with you:
Some days, being indoors is unbearable, especially for my homeschooled kids, especially in fall, especially when the fire pit is in sight through the window…
We recently took a trip to the Churchville Nature Center for their Lenni Lenape Harvest Celebration, where Chris Egnoto (above) gave lessons on primitive (ie more fun and awesome) fire making.
We’re working on continuing to learn that skill. I’m thinking it’ll take a bit of time. But for now, with the aid of a couple of matches, all homeschooling took place by the fire. With toast.
In fact, fire was on the (ever informal) subject list for the day. Not sure what on earth I’ve been thinking (um, says the red-headed Aries who loves burning stuff), but I can’t remember the last time the kids were solely in charge of fire-building. So today, my son did it all himself. And toast was eaten.
When the toddler woke up, he built it back up with pure determination. Okay, we added some lung-power to help him out as he added sticks and leaves. And next time, my daughter will have her turn to build solo.
It was all easier, being in nature to accomplish our homeschooling tasks. Reading about Lewis and Clark outdoors by the fire made much more sense, and Math Review In The Dirt turned refusal into speedier calculations with a few smiles, even though he’d rather be drawing. The young artists were more relaxed, and I got to smell like woodsmoke, my favorite perfume.
I have been recently told that tiny monkeys live in holes such as these, and I am not one to argue with this line of thinking. I can picture them perfectly, can’t you?
Amidst the colorful beauty of autumn, after a hike and a creekside picnic: homeschoolers contemplate a puddle on a rock on Ridley Creek, PA. Measuring twigs are soon gathered and puddle depth is determined with much amazement.
Is it science, playtime, art exploration, math, physcial education? All of the above.
I love homeschooling.