Saturday, May 23, 2009

The Bee, Community

The buzzing bee gives honey sweet

To every little neighbor;

Then thanks to her we all repeat,

For her unceasing labor.

This past week our theme was The Bee, Community at Little Acorn Learning. I made each child a little felted Bumblee Bee. Maia played with hers all day bringing it from flower to flower outside.

Then we each made our very own Beeswax Candle to bring home.

The weather was SO nice out all week. We played outside so much and brought out our water table for the first time this year.
We also ate lunch on the deck :)

Next week our theme is The Caterpillar, Transformation. We received our caterpillars in the mail already for our butterfly hatchery. Everyone is so excited! I've always wanted to do one and finally got around to ordering them. More photos to come...

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

The Little Acorn

By Lucy Wheelock
It was a little acorn that hung on the bough of a tree. It had a tender green cup and a beautifully carved saucer to hold it. The mother oak fed it with sweet sap every day, the birds sang good-night songs above it, and the wind rocked it gently to and fro. The oak leaves made a soft green shade above it, so the sun could not shine too warm on its green cover, and it was as happy as an acorn could be.

There were many other acorns on the tree, and I am sure the mother often whispered loving words to all her babies.

The summer days were so bright and pleasant that the acorn never thought of anything but sunshine and an occasional shower to wash the dust off the leaves.
But you know that summer ends and the autumn days come. The green cup of the acorn turned to a brown cup, and it was well that it grew stiffer and harder, for the cold winds began to blow.
The leaves turned from green to golden brown, and some of them were whisked away by the rough wind. The little acorn began to grow uneasy.

"Isn't life all summer?" it said.
"No," whispered the mother oak, "the cold days come and the leaves must go and the acorns too. I must soon lose my babies."
" Oh! I could never leave this kind bough," said the frightened acorn. "I should be lost and forgotten if I were to fall."
So it tried to cling all the closer to its bough; but at last it was alone there. The leaves were blown away, and some of them had made a blanket for the brown acorns lying on the ground.
One night the tree whispered this message to the lonely acorn: "This tree is only your home for a time. This is not your true life. Your brown shell is only the cover for a living plant, which can never be set free until the hard shell drops away, and that can never happen until you are buried in the ground and wait for the spring to call you into life. So let go, little acorn, and fall to the ground, and some day you will wake to a new and glorious life."

The acorn listened and believed, for was not the tree its sheltering mother? So it bade her farewell, and, loosing its hold, dropped to the ground.
Then, indeed, it seemed as if the acorn were lost. That night a high wind blew and covered it deep under a heap of oak leaves. The next day a cold rain washed the leaves closer together, and trickling streams from the hillside swept some earth over them. The acorn was buried. "But I shall wake again," it said, and so it fell asleep. It might have been cold; but the frost fairies wove a soft, white snow blanket to cover it, and so it was kept warm.

If you had walked through the woods that winter, you would have said the acorn was gone, but then you could not have seen the life slumbering within the brown cover. But spring came and called to all the sleeping things underground to waken and come forth. The acorn heard and tried to move, but the brown shell held it fast. Some raindrops trickled through the ground to moisten the shell, and one day the pushing life within was set free. The brown shell was of no more use and was lost in the ground, but the young plant was to live. It heard voices calling it upward. It must arise. "A new and glorious life," the mother oak had said.

"I must arise," the acorn said, and up the living plant came, up to the world of sunshine and beauty. It looked around. There was the same green moss in the woods, the same singing brook.
"And I shall live and grow," it said.
"Yes," called the mother oak, "you are now an oak tree. This is your real life."

And the tiny oak tree was glad and tried to stretch higher towards the sun.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Pressed Flower Bookmarks

Today we made our Mommy's beautiful bookmarks for Mother's Day!

First we used watercolor paints to paint our bookmark base.

Then we took the flowers we picked from Tuesday that we put inside a big book and glued them onto our bookmark.

Afterwards, we put transparent contact paper over our bookmark to cover them good.

We also made cards using stamps to go along with our presents.Happy Mother's Day!!!

Monday, May 4, 2009

Recycled Bird Feeder

Today we enjoyed a quiet day of spending time together after a rough week of illness. We made the recycled bird feeder project from my April guide. We meant to get to it last month but I'm glad we had it on the back burner for today!