Oregon is beautiful. The fog is romantic and atmospheric and so bassoony cello. Well, yes, that would be the first two days, but when does the sun reappear? Seventy-two hours in, I needed a SAD lamp.
Back in Texas I still need the SAD lamp. We've got a bad case of dense fog. We are having line time in the kindergarten class, describing the day.
It's Thursday. It's winter. It's 2014. It's January. It's number nine.
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| Dense fog advisory |
Look out the window. What can you say about the weather?
I don't know.
What can you see?
I don't know. Leaves are falling to the ground.
Well, yes, the leaves fell to the ground in the fall, but now the branches are bare. What can you see out the window?
It's leaves falling to the ground.
Really?
It's cold.
Okay. Is it before lunch or after lunch? Is it morning or afternoon? (It's a nightmare!)
It's leaves falling to the ground.
Did you have pizza for lunch?
I don't know.
It's freezing.
Is it really? Can you look at the big thermometer on the tree outside the window?
The arrow is on the other side of the big white line. It is not freezing. It is cold.
You are right. Is it afternoon?
I don't know.
Is it a bright sunny purple dot sky? What can you see?
It is sunny.
Really?
It is purple.
Hmmmmm? Can we go to the playground?
It is raining.
It is wet.
It is muddy.
When are you going to read a book?
Whose woods are these
I think I know
His house is in the village though
(Susan Jeffers' illustrations are filled with surprise animals -- hares, owls, foxes, songbirds, weasels...)
What did you see in the book?
Sunny purple spots freezing. Robert Frost, he's the snowman, right?
The sun'll come out tomorrow, tomorrow, but things are looking mighty bleak. We have a crisis of curiosity, observation, vocabulary, and conversation. We are pretty darn SAD.
© 2014 Nancy L. Ruder
1 comment:
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Foggy here, too, in the morning, followed by rain.
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