Monday, November 16, 2015

Oh, November

November 1 - 8

It's hard to take November weather for granted in Wisconsin. Some years, there are inches of snow. Some years, balmy jacket-free sunshine. Some years, the days vary by 20 degrees at a time. I'm quite happy with the decidedly mellow aspect of the month this year. So it's outside and in, back and forth. Soak it up. 

We're quite enjoying it.
a November nature walk with Papa

so sweet




After a milkweed pod was brought into the dry warmth of our house, its seeds fluffed themselves on the windowsill.
top of the stack on a sunny tabletop, Rad American Women A - Z

The reflections of these leafless branches are such a contrast to what they looked like a month ago when the colorful leaves softened the contours.

library Lego Club, everyone hard at work

Junque Mosaics
We spent two evenings learning to make these fun Junque Mosaics (as named by the person who came up with this technique and shared it with us). We registered for this free activity through our local library and were presented with these lovely handmade birdhouses topped with recycled license plates to start. There were loads of trinkets, toy pieces, old jewelry, and miscellany to rifle through. I also had brought some pieces from home that I'd been collecting for just such a project. Each side in turn was spread with a thick layer of caulk and covered with small bits. They were so fun to make and to see how each house turned out so unique depending on the vision of the person creating it.



Another morning was spent at our nearby county park, taking in the seasonal changes close up.






What better way to learn about the physics of flight than to play with different styles of paper airplanes?
What works? What doesn't? What can be improved upon and how?

yoga with our girl scout troop

We continue alternating between "let's head out in the fresh air" and "let's head in where it's cozy". It's easy to do so now. Soon enough it will take layers of woolens and mittens and boots and snowpants to make the transition between in and out. Until then, we'll keep scurrying about like the comic, busy red squirrels that we see at our beloved county park.

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