Then followed that beautiful season... Summer....
Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscapeLay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Summer days in Sydney are hot and steamy. As temperatures rise, teachers the city over look for ways their preschoolers can cool down as they play.
We have a secret weapon up our sleeve. Just a hop, skip and a jump from our front gate is The Creek.
A shallow volume of water flows slowly over a rock platform in the welcome shade of the gum trees.
In a small group, we meander down to the creek, shed our shoes and dip our toes in. Delicious and delightful.
Bush walks and creek visits are always a voluntary affair. Sometimes a handful of children are keen - at other times when there are many takers we go in shifts.
Our younger 3's are creek-goers in waiting. The creek-goers are the ones that have clocked up hours in the bush, and have built strong relationships with us and the bush environment. They know rocks can get slippery. They know wading in the water is best done slowly. They know the bush track inside out.
Sometimes we find the older kids from the Primary School have beaten us to it. The creek is a special place for the whole community.
It is always quieter at the creek. Temperatures drop, and temperaments calm. We lap up the peace. We enjoy the bush, and each other.
Refreshed and recharged, we head back to preschool.