Each day and every class session, all of us, children and adults, look up at the sky, studying each corner. The children have developed a shared language of SKY.
The edges of the street and sidewalk read like urban nature headlines. Big, bold print calls our attention to all the stories happening in the neighborhood.
Three children had been stung by yellow jackets. The stings had not happened at school, but the memories and the desire to not be stung again ruled the day(s). Play and story came to the rescue.
Our first three customers, glanced up and over their sand stirring and scooping at the insect perched on the Queen's palm and said in answer to "What do you call this?" "Bug." "Bug." "Worm."