If I told you that Sammy isn’t grouchy, you wouldn’t believe me because of his sour face. It’s almost as if he is glaring at you. He is one of the most curious yet friendly birds around.
One day Sammy was minding his own business. Like always, he was flying around Montara Beach watching for yummy snacks. Swooping down, he ripped open a large lunch bag. It held a bunch of trash and some old sourdough bread. Sammy loves fresh bread, so he started pulling out the garbage with his beak. Half drunk soda cans, wet sandwich bags, and a dirty diaper. At last, he almost reached the soft bread. Right as he was about to take a bite of it, he got his head stuck in plastic soda packaging. Sammy couldn’t get loose. The more he tried to get out, the more stuck he became. Poor Sammy.
He started to make strange moaning sounds loudly at first. Slowly they became softer and less pronounced. Sammy was running out of energy. The soda packaging was choking him. Sammy thought he was going to die. He wanted someone to rescue him.
Queenie the Quail, likes to run around the beach and look for exciting things. When she heard the noises, she followed them right to Sammy the Seagull! Queenie signaled for Dr. Coyote, who showed up shortly with his rescue kit. He carefully freed Sammy from the soda packaging. He knew that Sammy would need more care, so he took him to his lab and laid him on his table. There he worked for several hours stitching up Sammy and nursing him back to health.
Something magical happened to Sammy on that lab table. When Dr.Coyote was done treating him, he could talk! He started talking non-stop to Queenie, who listened patiently at first. He chatted all evening and the next morning too! He talked and talked and talked!
Queenie and Dr. Coyote realized that Sammy needed to attend school to learn how to read and behave with the other little boys and girls. They sent him as soon as he was strong enough!
Sammy had to learn how to behave in the classroom and listen to his teacher! He likes to blurt, and he wants to help! Talking is also new to him, and he loves doing it A LOT!
If you have trouble with your students blurting, check our Sammy’s lesson here. His story and poster teach your students that blurts hurt!
A few months ago, I was introduced to these intricate flowers. My class was on a hike around our school’s acreage, studying eucalyptus trees, when one of my students disappeared for a second behind some trees. She emerged with a striking purple daisy-like flower.
My class clustered around her, and she ended up picking one for each student. They put the purple beauties in their hair or on their clothes. My principal saw the flowers and wrote the Latin word osteospermum on our whiteboard.
Using our momentum, we started a unit on osteospermums. First, I began studying them and learning about their structure, color, and how they grow. The following week my students and I began studying them together.
If you’ve followed me for any length of time, you know that I am always taking pictures on my Nikon. This time was no different. The pictures gradually turned into a non-fiction book, a gallery walk, points of conversation, references to draw in our science journals, and more.
Do these flowers grow near you? Maybe you’re as lucky as I was, and they thrive on your campus. Could you collect them for your students to study? You can use this nonfiction reader to bring nature into your classroom even if you don’t have osteospermum nearby. Open the world of botany to your students with these complex, yet prolific, flowers.
It’s so easy to take the beauty surrounding my little town for granted. I tend to look at the dark side of things and focus on the traffic, trash on the beach and the never ending to-do list waiting for my immediate attention. Last summer my daughter begged me to take her to the beach. I didn’t want to go because my precious fog had been replace with heat, and not our normal 70 degrees heat but, but heat heat. The kind of temperatures from places that actually have a traditional summer. These places are also usually equipped with fans and air conditioning. We don’t even own a fan! We shouldn’t ever need one. I rolled my eyes and I thought of the crowds, parking and having to cross the highway that separates our home from the beach. She was very persistent and despite my apprehension, I decided to take her to my favorite beach.
We drove across the street to the Montara Light House. It’s one of our small town treasures; it and its accompanying old buildings. It guards one of the best beaches ever. It’s small and safe, tucked inside of a protective cove.
I was pleased with myself because I actually remembered to bring a shovel and a bucket for my daughter to play with. We had a wonderful time exploring the small tide pools and walking in the creek.
Although I love the beach, I don’t always like going to the beach. It’s the sand that makes me want to keep beach trips at an arm’s length. Sand gets everywhere. Seriously, everywhere.
Where is your favorite place to go when it’s hot? Do you enjoy the beach? Does sand drive you crazy? What do you do for your children?
Did you ever eat oxalis as a child? I did because my older sister told me to. I wanted her to think I was cool, so I complied. As I was munching away she proceeded to tell me that a dog had peed on the one I picked and put in my mouth. YUCK!
That really ruined snacking on them for me, even as an adult. Instead, I watch my students sucking on the stems and enjoying their crisp fresh flavor. Who knows what could have peed on them? I try not to think about it.
I am partial to these pops of yellow that signal the beginning of spring. Some people think they are weeds, and they probably are, but I don’t. They are the flowers of childhood innocence, bouquets lovingly picked by small hands and given to favorite adults or left in small vases to adorn tables.
I hope you stop and enjoy the oxalis.
I love it when the weather changes from hot to foggy, especially during our coastal summer. Let me tell you, early June was way too hot this year. I am a coastside girl at heart. My mother used to call me her “mushroom baby” because of how much I enjoy the cool, drippy, damp fog that wraps around us like a soft blanket. The coast is littered with Monterey cypresses, and sometimes the fog brings out shadows I’ve never noticed before in these grand old trees. They are tall, twisted, and full of gnarly knots. They are like worn, arthritic hands rising high out of the ground with ancient tales to tell. They don’t tell their story with words; they tell it with the deep crocked shadows they cast and with the breathtaking patterns they create.
I took my Nikon and walked around our collection of small towns, pausing to snap a shot here and there. The silhouette of the trees against the backdrop of the foggy sky is breathtaking and my pictures barely do it justice. I wish you could feel the cool, misty breeze that nipped my nose as I stood and took these.
Do you like to take leisurely walks or contemplative drives? Do you enjoy studying the beauty of nature? If so, tell me about your adventures in the comments below!
When a friend told me I should think about taking more photographs of hands, I was not thrilled. Adorable faces of little children are so much more exciting to photograph. I wanted to learn, though, so I reluctantly listened. I’m so glad I did! I began looking for interesting hands and started to see a certain beauty in them; fingers are important tools that we take for granted.
It was fun to capture old and young hands, hands busy with art supplies, hands creating and discovering – all of which are precious and photo-worthy. It’s the story of our hands.
Photographs tell a story without words- quiet yet bold tales. They show love, work, passion, creativity, and more. Who knew that you could find all these feelings in pictures of hands?
What stories are the hands in your life telling today? Share your photos or thoughts in the comments below.