First day of Fall (Autumn)

The first day of fall (aumtumn)!

We are so excited around here when the first day of fall comes around.....Cooler temperatures, leaves changing colors, the pretty fall scarecrows that we get to put in our yard, pumpkins, pumpkin pie, apple pie, leaf piles to play in, long sleeve shirts, hooded sweatshirts, long skirts and boots......We are just fall crazy around here.

Some of the things we are doing and are planning to do this year......

We are planning on making an apple pie with some friends of ours....

We are planning on making pumpkin pie, and pumpkin cheesecake......

We are making a Fall wall in our school room (aka dining room).......

We have already put our our decorations for fall.....

We have already been wearing long sleeve shirts....

We are planning on coloring lots of fall color sheets and putting scarecrows together....

Have any of you ever pressed leaves between wax paper?

We are going to watch the leaves change and collect all that we can and study them.....

The girls have already figured out that the Acorns are falling and we have been collecting them....

We are going to be studying the birds of Fall.....as soon as we figure out which ones they are....we pretty much have all birds all year round around here....

And I think we may do a squierel unit....sounds fun anyway.

And here is a poem to end this post with (sorry no links, maybe later as I get time...so be sure and come back and check.)

A Fall Song
by Ellen Robena Field

Golden and red treesNod to the soft breeze,

As it whispers, "Winter is near;"

And the brown nuts fall

At the wind's loud call,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Good-by, sweet flowers!

Through bright Summer hours

You have filled our hearts with cheer

We shall miss you so,

And yet you must go,

For this is the Fall of the year.

Now the days grow cold,

As the year grows old,

And the meadows are brown and sere;

Brave robin redbreast

Has gone from his nest,

For this is the Fall of the year.

I do softly pray

At the close of day

,That the little children, so dear,

May as purely grow

As the fleecy snow

That follows the Fall of the year.