So, last month I received this wonderful award from the North American Association for Environmental Education. What struck me was that for every project mentioned, I could think of at least a half dozen people who made it work. My North Carolina Certification in Environmental Education? Well that was inspired by my sister, Kitty, who pointed out to me that once my kids were grown, I would only have my career as a helping mom to fall back on. Yipes, that didn't sound promising. EcoFest at Washington Elementary in Raleigh? I can still remember my good friend and co-chair, Melissa Zeph, saying that everytime I called her with another good idea, it just meant more work for her. The HOWL program at Wolftrap Elementary? It was great to head into classrooms and help children understand the complex issues of the environment, from designing the perfect seed package (how does Mother Nature get tree seeds to move away from the competition) to understanding the complex web of life in environments as diverse as streams, woodlands, deserts and oceans. It was, of course, the courage of Principal Anita Blain, who let us wander into the classrooms and, eventually, create some wonderful natural habitats at Wolftrap. The success of these gardens is due, in large part, to the artistic eye of Joanne Hardison, a superb naturalist and artist. I was able to share my enthusiasm with some wonderful children, first at the Vienna Community Center and then at Meadowlark Botanical Gardens. Luke, Bryce, Michael, John Paul, Charlie, and Henry were my regulars, later joined by Lily, another Luke, Isabelle and Thomas. We'd meet once a week at Meadowlark and spend a couple of hours just discovering what was out there. No worm too ordinary nor ant too small to escape our fascination. Of course, it took their parents to loan me their children for a few hours once a week to play. And, without fail, I learned something new every week. Now, I get to spend some time with the preschoolers at Epiphany Preschool in Vienna. It's easy to forget how wonderful little surprises like spiders crawling around, bugs cleaning their faces and birds can be when you haven't really spent time just looking. Of course, with these little ones, it's so wonderful that they have teachers willing to give them time just to look at nature up close. Sometimes we forget that a few minutes to watch and think are minutes well spent. Then, there are the teachers themselves who learn new ways of providing lessons to their students. I've recently had the chance to work with teachers from Wesley Preschool in Vienna, and teachers at Ashland Elementary in Manassas. I come away from those trainings with a whole new bag of tricks, and the knowledge that their students will be learning about the world outside. Add Comment SPIDERS AREN'T SO SCARY 10/07/2011
I visited my friends over at Epiphany Preschool yesterday. Every day, a different class spends the day outside learning about nature. Today, I dropped in on the pre-kindergarten class. Our first plan was to look at a bunch of tree cookies. But, a daddy longlegs appeared from under one of the cookies. Shrieks and scary human sounds filled the air. Then, when the little guy crawled on my sleeve, things got interesting. We talked about how spiders and other wild things don't really like screaming. Then one of my new friends, Alex, thought he would like to hold the spider. Does it tickle when it walks? Kind of. Will it bite? It's mouth is kind of tiny so I don't know if it would be able to hurt much. We were surprised to see that its legs were different lengths. It didn't take long before everyone wanted to know what it was like to feel a spider crawling on their arm. Our spider put up with us for a long time before it finally dropped to the ground and headed for a cool dark place to hide. All the kids felt very brave for having watched the spider crawl around and even crawl on each other. Remembering that life goes on 09/11/2011
Like pretty much everyone else reading this morning's paper, I recalled the morning when so much changed not only in the U.S. but throughout the world. So, a trip to the compost pile was pretty comforting. The bugs and worms were still doing their business, milkweed beetles were doing what they do best: eat and reproduce. Actually I don't know if it's what they do best, but it is what they do! I checked out a patch of milkweed and found more monarch caterpillars than I've ever had in the past. I counted eight in all: some clearly closer to their final transformation into butterflies than the rest. They remain caterpillars for several weeks after hatching from their eggs, but go through instars (molts) before they find a place to hang down, curl up (kind of a "J" shape) and then settle in to become a butterfly. This is the last generation of caterpillars for the season. When they get their wings, they will be the ones to make the long trip to Mexico; a place none of them has ever been. Close by was another treasure. One of the spicebush leaves was curled shut. A quick look inside revealed the spicebush swallowtail caterpillar. It's hard to imagine that this green guy will become a beautiful black and blue butterfly. Seeing how nature continues her cycle of life, is comforting. To know that we are all on this little planet together, doing our best to appreciate it, is about as good as it gets on a day like today. Yesterday, I was making peach pies to take to a Labor Day picnic and spent a good deal of dough rolling time thinking (and writing in my head) about why environmental education matters. I’m pretty much the perfect example. I was never very good at math (that hasn’t changed over the years), but I always liked getting outside to learn about the world around me. I remember my first brush with science that made sense when I took a marine biology class in high school in Tacoma. Mrs. Thompson's class provided an introduction to Latin, with the keyhole limpet diodora aspera. I had to mount seaweed on paper, so I spent a good amount of time really looking at it. Then in college I had a great biology professor who was the first to introduce the idea that when pollution went away, it didn’t really go away. He challenged us to find "away" on a map. When I worked in Seattle for the CBS affiliate, I hooked up with groups to do marine mammal advocacy. There were about 8 years in there where I did public relations in Los Angeles, but managed to get outside to explore aquatic environments while body surfing, and terrestrial in the desert and mountains. Then, I wound up in North Carolina where I braced myself to suffer through life in the south, and suddenly my career changed with my kids and countless Earth Day events. I loved North Carolina and all the strange insects, turtles and snakes that were new to me. When we were gearing up to move, I got thinking about the state's certification in environmental education. I thought I would take a pass on it, but my sister pointed out that my kids would grow and be gone and I would only have my "helping mom" profession to account for it all. Hmm, that didn't sound very promising. In addition to doing consulting work with local environmental non-profits and the National Park Service, I've recently started an hourly job with Arlington County Parks, Recreation and Cultural Resources. My main task has been digging up plants at one nature center, potting them and then taking them to another nature center for a fall plant sale. I see this sign for false sunflower heliantus helianthoides, any my brain goes back to marine biology and the pycnapodia helianthoides, the sunflower sea star. My boys are pretty much grown, but I've been lucky to share my passion for nature with other children and adults as well. At a recent workshop with preschool teachers, we all watched birds through our paper roll binoculars and listened to nature like cats with flexible ears using paper cups with the bottoms cut out. Whether with adults or kids, I still see those "Aha!" moments when the ordinary, when observed up close, becomes considerably more interesting. As the preschool teachers and I were heading inside after listening like cats, we stopped to watch a beetle wash its face. A good lesson for preschoolers. Even beetles wash up after a meal. First Post! 09/05/2011
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