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Apple picking in the Autumn

apple picking basket

A few weeks ago we went apple picking.

And I think it is the beginning of a new family tradition.

Ruby picking apples

There was something about been out among the apple trees.

With the light filtering through. And the children munching their apples, before running to play.

teddy eating an apple

We took our own basket {I happen to have a few baskets *wink*}

And when we arrived Max got straight to picking. While Ruby and Teddy were more interested in tasting!

Max and teddy at the apple orchard

I was rather tempted to sing one of our playgroup songs {I restrained myself, but will share it here}

Way up high in an apple tree

Two little apples were smiling at me

I shook that tree as hard as a I could

And down came the apples

Mmmm they taste good

ruby eating an apple

We met our friends in the orchard, where they had been for a little while. Buckets full to the brim with apples.

Such a lovely way to spend a morning.

children at the apple orchard

Next year we shall take a picnic and linger among the trees.

??? And here are more ways to celebrate Autumn ???

Blessings, Kelly

The little house with a star inside

puppet show apple

While the playgroup children played in the garden, I disappeared inside to create a magical land. A land made of table dolls, play silks, roving, flowers and toys.

When I was ready, I popped back outside for a little tidy up before singing our transition song

Puppet show is in the town, everybody gather round

apple star puppet show

Once the children settled down to watch and listen we sang…

Mother of the fairy tale, take me by your silver hand. Sail me on your silver boat, sail me silently afloat. Mother of the fairy tale, take me to your shining land

flower meadow

And then I told the story.

Once upon a time, there was a little boy. He had been playing all day long. But now he didn’t know what to do. So he said to his mother. ‘Mama I have played and played and played, and now I don’t know what to do.’ And his mother said ‘somewhere nearby there is a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. Why don’t you see if you can find it.’

And so the little boy walked over the bridge and into the flower meadow. There he found a little gnome. He said to the little gnome ‘I am looking for a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. Have you seen such a house?’ And the little gnome said ‘no, I have not seen a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. But the farmer might know. Why don’t you visit him and ask’.

farmer

And so the little boy walked through the flower meadow to the farm. There he found the farmer. He said to the farmer ‘I am looking for a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. Have you seen such a house?’ And the farmer said ‘no, I have not seen a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. But the wood gnome might know. Why don’t you visit him and ask’.

wood gnome

And so the little boy walked through the farm to the woods There he found the wood gnome. He said to the wood gnome ‘I am looking for a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. Have you seen such a house?’ And the wood gnome said ‘yes, I have seen a little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside. Why don’t you look around the woods and see if you can find it’. And the boy did!

little red house

He took the little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top and a star inside back to his mother. He said ‘Look mama! I found the little round house, with no windows and no doors, with a chimney on top. But I can’t see the star inside.’ And his mama took a cutting board and a knife and cut the little round house in half. And the little boy said ‘Now I see the star!’

Apple star

And after the tale was told, we cut the apple to share among the playgroup children.

There are many  variations of this story. This is the one I told because of the toys I had on hand and what I remembered of it. Since then I have been reminded that there is often a charming final character ~ the wind! And often it is the wind that helps the little boy find the little round house, with no windows and no doors, a chimney on top and a star inside. Because the wind goes everywhere after all.

Blessings, Kelly