I think I need to rename this blog… maybe it should be called “teaching on the verge… outside” because it seems that this year, especially, so much of what I’m noticing is happening outside. I think that this has a lot to do with the greenbelt strip we have at the edge of our playground which offers so many more possibilities for learning than a traditional playground ever could.
We recently had a day of heavy rain which melted all of our snow. This was followed by a drop in temperatures and a good dump of snow. The snow stuck to the ice which had formed on all of the branches, creating a beautiful effect that puts every branch into stark relief against the blue sky. The denuded trees looked sparkly and crisp and the evergreens were heavy with layers of snow and ice. FI asked if the trees had grown; everything looked fuller and more substantial. According to the calendar it’s still fall… maybe we need a new calendar!
It is like walking into a winter wonderland.
LH was very interested in the way her feet crunched through the snow and the frozen slush underneath, leaving very defined footprints. She took me to see a large footprint that she thought belonged to a monster.
Then she created a footprint of her own which she told me came from a big dog.
LH has an amazing imagination so this discussion of footprints quickly swerved in a different direction as a group of students came to tell us about the chipmunk they had just seen. In response, LH said: “At my grandma’s I saw 18 chipmunks, 18 dancing chipmunks, and they did cartwheels and skated on the ice.” She then decided that she should camouflage herself, like animals do.
As LH was hiding in the branches, I noticed two boys playing on the ice in a nearby ditch. I was concerned because the ice had weakened during the rain so I went over to show them that it wasn’t safe to stand on. I cracked a hole in the ice with my boots and the children moved back on to the bank. They were undeterred, however, and changed their game. Now, they were ice fishers! They found sticks and vines on the ground and began using them as fishing rods. One of the boys, BH, often engages in fishing-play. He rallied the others to fish through the hole in the ice. He told them: “You have to be quiet so the fish don’t get scared.” LH joined them and told us: “I ate fish last night and it was real: I put ketchup on it.” Clearly, only the realest fish needs ketchup!