the kinder were literally jumping for joy
when watching the wind spin the pinwheels on the grass!
—
jumping for joy – leaping-for-joy (japanese)
躍り上がる (odoriagaru: to spring up, leap to one’s feet) to leap + up.
my classroom is chock full of
multi-age kinder (3s-young 5s)
who stay with us for two years.
one of the very best things
is watching the older kinder
who were the younger kinder
just one year before
as they quite naturally and organically grow
to become the leaders/teachers/helpers/mentors
to the new group of younger kinder
who were at home
just one year before.
what a joy it was to watch someone older
spend a very long time
finding all the special markers she needed
to create an easy to see linear rainbow
for someone younger
who wanted to create
her very own rainbow picture
in her very own style
using all the special colors.
judging by their faces
when she finished her very own rainbow
they were both equally proud of the results.
—
“nine tenths of education is encouragement.”
-anatole france
kinder weaving and learning
making patterns
strengthening
knotting
stretching
pulling
fine motor work
color blending
open-ended
each person giving something
one dancing ballet as others wove
collaborating to create something new
feeling the value and joy of public art.
—
“in the tapestry of life, we’re all connected.
each one of us is a gift to those around us helping each other be who we are,
weaving a perfect picture together.”
-anita mooriani
the kinder have been exploring the world of clay and water
seeing the more they have it in their hands
the warmer and softer it gets
the easier it is to create things
everything is possible.
one of them even took
this wonderful picture of his clay.
—
“i thought clay must feel happy in the good potter’s hand.”
-janet fitch
finding the mud was such a delight
starting out slow
checking how deep it was with a stick
walking, then running, then jumping, then splashing
only one ‘quicksand’ victim who we unstuck
boots dumped out after
filled with water dirt wood chips, rocks, sticks and unknown mushy things
ending with
a pair of mud-soaked socks
drying in the sun
and so much tired fun.
” mud is the most poetical thing in the world.”
-reginald horace blyth