From Lindsay Miles, Farm & Forest Kindergarten Teacher:
The magic of dew-covered spider webs in the morning, the smell of the woolly sheep, the sounds of the goats calling for their breakfast, the feeling of the wind blowing as the children swing higher and higher, the crunch from the apples being eaten as they have ripened on our apple trees...the days of the Forest Kindergarten class are filled with good work and imaginative play as we spend our days exploring this beautiful campus that is our classroom.
Each morning we begin with tending to the animals. The sheep (Moon Silver, Thunder, Flower and Baby --otherwise known as Snowy or Thunder2!) follow the children as they collect the grain and happily eat right from their hands. The goats (twin girls Sugar and Spice) mischievously wait for us to come and feed them grain and treats of goldenrod while showing off for us on their balance beam we made this summer. Mama Hen guards her babies well, but happily comes to us when we bring them all our leftover snack from the day. The Farm and Forest children are helpful workers who take great pride in their responsibilities as animal caretakers.
Our Farm Days this year will be focused on work and play on the farm as we flow through the seasons. These days of the week will have us grinding grain and making bread, churning butter, collecting apples to cook applesauce, crafting with wool, dying silks and cloths with plants, boiling sap for maple syrup, and making and tending garden beds.
Our Forest Days will send us on wondrous nature walks into the forest where we will work with the elements--earth, air, fire, and water. We may build bridges over the water, make shelters, build fires, or make salves to protect our faces in the winter months.
Each day is held with a sturdy rhythm and by the changing of the seasons. Our circles are held outside, giving us plenty of room for good movement and connecting us to the nature-themed songs we sing and verses we say. Our stories are told in the sunshine as the weather allows, but as the cold creeps in we will seek respite more in the tepee. The tepee is also a place for indoor free play, daily activities like painting, coloring and bread making, and as a place to find warmth by the fire, with hot water bottles and wool blankets and playful activities through the winter months.
In all ways, our days are deeply rich. All of our activities and experiences are carried out with an organic breathing in and out, so the children always feel held, rhythmic, and intrigued. This year promises to be year of discovery.
School Warming Poem - Reflections on a Growing Daughter
Handwork Teacher Kate Camilletti was asked to write a poem to share at our School Warming on Thursday, September 1. Kate wrote this for her daughter Maizie, OVWS Class of 2013. Kate's son is currently in the 8th grade at Orchard Valley.
She was four years old
And our first
The other place just wasn't
working anymore.
This teacher seemed grounded.
The morning rhythm flowed, bubbled,
stuttered, streamed along contentedly,
though not without tears.
Thirty below zero
We bundled her off to nursery school
Hot cocoa in the sippy cup, mittens up to
her elbows.
The nursery, first grade and fourth grade
Honeycombed in the old cape
till summer.
A little reluctant, reserved maybe,
unsure maybe.
Her jeans though, always so short
all of a sudden.
A one friend girl.
She got tall,
Got braces, too young.
Grabbed on to reading
summer after third grade
Never stopped.
Never loved school.
Hated having her mother around
in handwork, at recess
Needed something.
Her teachers felt it
Observed, supported, nudged her
forward.
An imperceptible push on the unsure
toward a tentative confidence.
Steady, gentle, subtle
Unwavering guidance through
effort, friends and fights
mud, ice, filthy clothes
lost socks, cracked mudboots.
She grew so tall
Dressed in white and sang with her class.
She cried at the podium.
I cried
caught on the song with June's roses
and it is an honor.
The immeasurable gift of parenting
teaching
encountering the being of a child
through time.
Gravity
The wonder of her becoming.
We nurture, guide
hold, lead
share, play
Soon they will hoist
an arch of goldenrod.
We will enfold our children in a
shoulder-to-shoulder embrace
of Joy
As breath catches on gratitude,
unable to sing with September's roses.