WINTER is such a good time for looking at the bare bones of nature. Our walks in the woods these days often revolve around finding the best logs to balance on, trees to climb and noticing the different textures and looks of tree bark.
Then there are the various undulations of the land - a mound of earth, ditch or hole provide endless opportunity for jumping, rolling, climbing, splashing and fantasy play. When Emma understood my comment about 'bare trees' to mean 'bear trees', a half an hour of play ensued being bears in the forest. And naturally no self-respecting bear would be without a den. Yet when we looked closer, the trees were not so bare after all. Moss, fungus and lichens abounded and made fine pretend foods for hungry little bears.
WINTER is such a good time for looking at the bare bones of nature. Our walks in the woods these days often revolve around finding the best logs to balance on, trees to climb and noticing the different textures and looks of tree bark.
Then there are the various undulations of the land - a mound of earth, ditch or hole provide endless opportunity for jumping, rolling, climbing, splashing and fantasy play. When Emma understood my comment about 'bare trees' to mean 'bear trees', a half an hour of play ensued being bears in the forest. And naturally no self-respecting bear would be without a den. Yet when we looked closer, the trees were not so bare after all. Moss, fungus and lichens abounded and made fine pretend foods for hungry little bears.
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