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I brought my camera along on our nature walk yesterday. This is one of our favorite local little trails — it’s a pretty sort of wilderness, but the paths are flat and wide enough for strollers and uncertain walkers. It’s also shady, which is rather unusual around here, but very welcome on hot days (we headed out while the morning was still cool, but even so, it was 91 by the time we got home for lunch).
Nora napped in the stroller while we explored gathering up some interesting leaves and branches, looking up a few trees in our field guide (we have several at home, but bring this dichotomous key along with us because it’s small enough to pop in your pocket, but smart enough to actually help you identify trees), and even spotting a few fawns along the way.
One of our homeschooling goals this year is to make a habit of these walks, and record our observations. Pippo and I each have our own little nature journal, which we enjoyed making our first entries in together last week. (That’s right, this was our second official nature walk of the year. We have done this a total of one (1) time so far, but are excited and enthusiastic beginning nature journalers. If you are nature journaling pros, please feel free to leave us your wisdom and/or links in the comments!)
(I forgot a blanket for her to sit on, which meant I was pulling a lot of leaves out of her mouth — the mouth-sweeping stage of babyhood.)
This particular nature walk has the added bonus of a little playground at the end of one of the paths (jackpot!), though said path was so overgrown that we couldn’t actually get through this time. We had to go back and drive there instead, which was much less nature walk-y.
Eleanor graduated this week from mere observer playground status to playground level: baby swing. She’s totally pumped.
Molly (whose outfit was slightly less ridiculous when we got her dressed in the morning, but whose post-breakfast mess left us with this fabulously two-year-old ensemble) devoted the first half of the nature walk to gathering rocks, which she started collecting in her skirt pocket.
(I made that skirt during some stashbusting crafting I did while pregnant with Nora from this free pattern from the Purl Bee.)
It didn’t seem to bother her too much that her rock collecting was causing something of a wardrobe malfunction, but eventually she did succumb to practicality and agree to throw them all off the next bridge.
Do you do nature journaling with your kids?