Autumn is around the corner...
The mood is a celebration of nature and its abundance with the harvest and our reverence for Mother Earth.
Leaves are falling and the wind is cooler…
Leaves on the ground are turning,
Yellow, brown and red.
Smoke from the bonfire burning,
Climbing overhead.
Here comes Autumn to bring the mist and rain.
Summer has gone for another year,
Autumn's here again.
Sunflower fairies with her seed children and the mushroom children and the pumpkin fairies….Brother Wind and Sister Rain, blowing cooler winds and washing all the apples…Leaves are dancing in the wind…Mother Earth is full of colour.
Autumn is here, soon the nights will be cooler. Blackberries in the hedgerows and leaves red and gold.
Involve the children picking conkers, cones and leaves to bring for a
nature table.
Each parent has a different repertoire of rhymes and songs which are seasonal; we are sure you know plenty too! The subjects are wind, leaves, apples, rain, etc… and they can be found in various books but our favorites are ‘’the Singing Year’ by Candy Verney and ‘’Autumn’’ by Wynstones press.
Here are a few songs and rhymes from a selection of various resources.
Peter, Peter Pumpkin Eater,
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but could not keep her.
And there he kept her very well.
Falling leaves
All the leaves are falling down,
Orange, yellow, red and brown.
Falling softly as they do,
Over me and over you.
All the leaves are falling down,
Orange, yellow, red and brown.
Father sky, Father sky
Widely loving blue and high
Mother Earth, your warming glow Makes the seeds and apples grow
A farmer once planted some brown pumpkin seeds,
With a pit-a pat, pit-a-pat…
He watered them often and pulled out the weeds,
With a tug- tug at this , a tug-tug at that…
The pumpkins grew big, and orange and round,
Their green leaves growing all over the ground.
And when they were ready that farmer did make
Riddle-dum-die…delicious pumpkin pie!
Sally goes round the sun
Sally goes round the moon
Sally goes round the pumpkin patch
On a Saturday afternoon.
For the golden corn and the apples on the tree
For the golden butter and the honey in my tea
For fruit and nuts and berries
That grow along the way
For birds and bees and flowers
We give thanks every day
This one is for the grown ups!
To Autumn
John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
Time to prepare all the jars for a chutney-jam-preserve making session!
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