The September air was perfect, the sun was shining, and joy was evident as we walked down the street to Woods Park for nature journaling. Mrs. Shanahan led the students to the location where they would encounter the wonder of nature that day. As the students settled and quieted down, the sounds and smells became more apparent: grasshoppers whirring, the scent of dry leaves. I found myself looking with "owl vision," listening with "deer hearing," and walking with "fox steps." I ventured over to a young maple tree. Its leaves were green, starting to turn slightly orange on the edges. The stems were red. Why were they red? Had they been like that all summer, or does that happen in the fall? Gazing up through the leaves, I was surprised to see a lacewing nestled along the bottom of a leaf, barely visible in the midst of the green background. Soon I became aware of other insects on the tree: a ladybug, ants and stink bugs! What do the stink bugs like about this tree?
A gentle bell rang in the distance. Time to head back. The time went quickly--too quickly! Returning to school, I felt re-ordered within. My curiosity had been piqued, I had experienced wonder, and I felt ready for whatever God would send next.
Sister Mary Agnes, C.K.
And he wandered away and away, with nature the dear old nurse,
who sang to him night and day, the rhymes of the universe.
And when the way seemed long, and his heart began to fail,
She sang a more wonderful song, or told a more wonderful tale.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
4th grade reciting the poem, "September," by Helen Hunt Jackson
A nature table at home! (Inspired by the ones in their teachers' classrooms!)