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THE RAKE

I love being with all the kids out in the garden; so free, digging in the dirt, searching for that elusive worm.  They are all so present.

There are no Common Core standards, no learning for the test… it is more of just learning to be what we are naturally. Inquisitive doers.   That is what I see when I watch these children busy  their whole bodies and minds.

Ah yes…. THE RAKE…. what would a blog be without my story?  I guess it’s more of a metaphor than an actual story….

 

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Tool or Weapon?

 

At Avalon we have a lovely garden named “Acadia.”  Developed by the older kids in the S.T.A.T.E.  program,  it is fenced in and made up of various shaped garden boxes, surrounded by green grass  and a tool shed   My Seedlings groups are lucky enough to use one of their boxes

Each time we go to the shed,  the kids stand there as if they are looking into a candy store.   “I want the shovel, I want the rake!” they yell.  They just can’t wait to get their hands the metal tools.   Each time I walk into the shed I see row of hand rakes and shovels and I have this flash of paranoia. I can’t help but think….. ” can these 3 -5 year olds handle these tools.  I someone going  accidentally hit another kid in the head as they feverishly rake or dig in the soil????  Then I stop myself and say, “Really? Really Sue?? How will these kids ever learn that you believe  they can indeed handle the rake if I don’t give them an opportunity to give it a go? Just let that fear go ”  And so it goes each time I step into the shed.   But you know what ? Every time they are given the tools they DO it !  They pull it off …. no one bonks anyone with the tools, just occasional dirt in the eye from exuberant shoveling.

I step back, try to observe and give as little direction as possible.  Letting them be little independent souls.  Oh what a wonderful experience for me, the kids and the parents.

I watch the parents as we  surround the kids. While they workI can see some parents who possess the same fears I spoke of and are right there with their child and then there are others who just stand back.   No judgement here from me.    We all have our own bags of worries and fears instilled from our parents, our own experiences and lots of crappy TV shows.

As parents and humans, where do we draw the line in terms of allowing children to be  inquisitive explorers without instilling our fears onto them?     I think that is the lesson of THE RAKE which hangs  in the dark shed.

Do we allow the children to learn respect for the tool and how it can be used without  actually holding the rake for them and telling them this is how they do it or not do it?

Of course I am speaking metaphorically and it can be transferred to many things that we experience with our children everyday.

It is possible to  teach respect for THE RAKE  and here is some proof:

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Kids working cooperatively! Beautiful

We had a great day of working in the garden (honestly I didn’t do anything in the garden, they did it all).   They added new soil to the old, raked it out, planted beans and watered.  The parents and I  stood and watched our future happening in front of us!  Lovely day, RAKE and all.  I would love to hear some feedback on this topic from my readers!!!

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Planting sugar snap peas while mom watches.

 

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More peas in the ground!

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And still more peas!

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The elusive worm!

 

 

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The grand finale…. water!!

BANGS, SCRAPES, DIRT AND SOMETHING SAD

Today we took to the garden with our drum.  I figured it would be a great day to do our class outside.  

As Rylie slammed on the drum, the kids ran around until she stopped drumming,  then they froze.  Let’s just say I thought this was an awesome idea until the injuries began.  Although nothing serious occurred I really tried to minimize the reaction to getting scrapes.  I am a mom and I understand that these things happen… so I offer a quiet soothing hug and that seemed to work.  But I do feel bad when there are bumps, scrapes and bruises and tears.  🙁 

Once we settled down and put the drum away we listened to “MUNCHA MUNCH MUNCHA” by Candace Fleming  a story about a frustrated gardner named Mr. McGreely.  Those darn bunnies kept getting into his garden eating his veggies.  Ugh…. what a drag for him …. over time he built up his garden wall and …… well I’ll stop there cause I don’t want to spoil it for you.  Check it out at the library.

 Next it was time to get some new soil into our garden.  

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Luckily there was a pile of fresh compost for us to use (Thanks Rebecca!!) and the kids were ready with shovels big and small to fill up their space of the garden where they would plant lettuce seeds.  (luckily our garden is well protected from bunnies)!

Here they are hard at work!  The amazing Kindergartners!!!  i just stood back and watched.

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Next we examined the lettuce seeds.  We tried to guess what they would look like….   They planted them with the hope that our lettuce would bring us something to munch on in the coming months.  It’s always a gamble… but one I am willing to take with the kids 🙂

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Once we finished and put away our tools we were ready to go out into the field to chase after balls from this slingshot I bought. 

However as we walked into the field the kids came running up to me and said, “Miss Sue, what is that?”  

At first glade I thought it was a turd.  but upon closer examination I realized it was the remains of a mommy bunny.  Basically her intestines along with the baby bunnies that she was carrying inside her.  Oh so sad.  Hmmmm what is the best way to explain this?Image

Yes it is part of nature and this does happen sometimes. They circle of life, I think they call it.  Cute little Zachary summed it up by saying, “They are taking a nap”.  A reasonable choice considering he is only five.  We chatted a bit more about it and then continued out into the field to chase balls.  (in the back of my mind I was so sad for those unborn bunnies… hoping that the kids didn’t have nightmares…)

As the class came to a close I have to say that in one hour we experienced joy, sadness, joy and tiredness…. (is that a word?)

It was a good day to share with them and only brought us closer as a group.  Peace and sunshine