The lazy days of the 365 Day Nature Play Challenge when we do nothing but watch the clouds and see what they have to tell us.
276 – Making stories in the clouds
Monday 31 March. Sunny. 16°C
We have big plans to go to the beach later but on the way to school B finds the perfect challenge. The sky is blue with little wispy clouds. She’s watching a plane going past them and says it’s looks like it’s blown out a huge white cloud. Then she thinks the little clouds look like flowers. I think they look like the white streaks they have in cartoons sometimes when something moves quickly. Coming back, they’re thinner and less pronounced. B says it’s like waves on the beach coming in and out. One looks just like a giant feather. It’s like a giant storybook.
212 – More cloud stories
Sunday 1 June. Cloudy with sun patches 18°C
We’re surprisingly tired and low energy today after the big ‘no electronics’ day yesterday. Too lazy for a bit adventure we find ourselves cloud watching again. There’s a big bank of cloud lowering itself towards some little fluffy ones. I think the little fluffy ones look just like a big gorilla walking. B disagrees. She sees a witch, with a pet dragon, meeting a unicorn.
184 – Following a friendly cloud
Monday 30 June. Sunny. 25°C
We’re driving home from the shops when we see the BEST cloud. It’s little and dark brown and looks a bit like three caterpillars racing along. It’s really odd on a hot sunny day with lots of fluffy white ones to see it and we both love it instantly.
Then B tries to get a picture and it all gets tricky. The car keeps turning away and by the time we’re facing it again, ten minutes later, it’s changed into one long thin whiff which isn’t nearly as interesting.
39 – Spotting plane tracks at dawn
Sunday 23 November. Sun and cloud. 5°C
It’s 7.15am and the sun is thinking about coming up. We’re staying at my mum’s flat and thought we’d try to see the sunrise. What we get is the most wonderful plane tracks.
B spots them first and is really excited. “Look! They’re so cool! They’re crossing.”
I don’t know why it’s more exciting when they cross but it definitely is. There’s a sense of drama. And there are several which implies they were all there about the same time.
We’re off then. There are fluffy ones, and older ones and then we see planes making new ones. My mum spots one that looks like it’s falling into the water with fluffy exclamation points. B loses interest before we do. I remember spotting them constantly when she was little and first started noticing the sky. It was a nice reminder.
