The Playground at Night

Light and Dark on the Playground

In the dark and cold of December

Children see new things

The dark gives light and beauty

To the starkness

And when children return in the morning

Blues and whites appear

Colors that were hidden last month

Nature always has beauty

About Jennie

I have been teaching preschool for over thirty years. This is my passion. I believe that children have a voice, and that is the catalyst to enhance or even change the learning experience. Emergent curriculum opens young minds. It's the little things that happen in the classroom that are most important and exciting. That's what I write about. I am highlighted in the the new edition of Jim Trelease's bestselling book, "The Read-Aloud Handbook" because of my reading to children. My class has designed quilts that hang as permanent displays at both the National Liberty Museum in Philadelphia, and the Fisher House at the Boston VA Hospital.
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23 Responses to The Playground at Night

  1. Nature is ALWAYS beautiful and seen through the eyes of children, perfect.

    • Jennie says:

      Yes, Marlene! I often think Mother Nature purposefully has a show, and waits to be discovered. Children have the eyes to see and discover. We can all learn from children.

  2. It is amazing to see the night and day through the eyes of a child. Well done, Jennie.

  3. Very cool, Jennie. Nicely done.

  4. Opher says:

    I do love trees. The universe is a wonder.

  5. beetleypete says:

    I like to look at the oak tree in our garden, lit only by moonlight. It has real majesty in the dark.
    Best wishes, Pete.

  6. So true, Jennie, there is a always beauty, you just have to look for it.

  7. I like this and do you know-that i too think about the playground at night?

  8. Jennie, this is beautiful.
    When I was a teenager, and in a small town highschool art class was learning to draw trees — from that moment I found an appreciation for the bare branches of winter. They do have their own unique beauty. Hugs.

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