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Starting our nature journals

Looking at the forecast, I knew that our only chance for a sunshiny day was right that moment. It would be cold, only 37 degrees. Donning heavy jackets, scarves, gloves, and generally being well bundled, Jack, Therese and I set out on a nature walk.

I have been nervous about starting a nature journal with the kids. Not to mention that every moment is precious in our homeschool day and I struggle with getting all that math and reading in. However in the world would we find time for walking and drawing? You just have to do it, my friends. And it was worth every moment. Cold noses and fingers were a small price to pay for the joy of discovering all that we did.

The sky as we stepped out the front door.

We discovered that the puddle was partially frozen.

These plants still had frost on them in the afternoon, for the sun had never shone on them.

Leaf with frosty edges

The side of the path had no sunlight.

Another puddle, this one thawed thanks to the sunlight.

She may be out of focus, but on the left is her breathe, looking much like a ghost.

The sun quickly began to set and the sky was ablaze with colors.

Jack's frosty branch in which he found out his breath will melt the icy crystals.

They were chanting some crazy words and marching forth in the cold afternoon.

The field where we discovered the unknown vegetable.

Darkness was closing in as we were finishing our walk.
 
 
The book we are using to learn about journaling.
 
 
Therese's entry


Jack's first page

Jack's second page

My own feeble attempt


The Unknown Vegetable



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  1. AnonymousNovember 15, 2016 at 7:36 AM

    This is really nice Jenny!I have always known that nature walks have a variety of meaningful learning moments for children. I didn't however realize how significant it will be to actually journal those moments. I will begin Journaling my class'nature walks from now on. Thanks for the inspiration!

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