Autumn term is starting!

Thanks for all the bookings we are nearly full, only a few spaces left! Hurry if you haven't booked yet!

Acorns parent and Child group sessions are resuming on

 Monday 15th September

Autumn term dates are: 
from 15/09/14 to 12/12/14
with the half term break from 27/10/14 to 31/10/14


As we say goodbye to Sweet Summer, we greet the fresh mornings and the golden sunsets of Autumn; it is that time of the year again! The cooler winds and the leaves falling to the ground, soon turning to vibrant red, yellow and brown colours telling us it is gathering time, a fresh start; the days are getting slowly darker and nature is slowing down.
So, let me take this opportunity to welcome all our families, new and old!
As this is probably one of our favourite seasons, us leaders love to share our activities with you and your children, baking bread, painting, weaving wool,making gnomes, lanterns and much more.

The team and I are very much looking forward to seeing you all, old and new families!

The first three weeks we celebrate apples. We will be singing falling apples songs, making apple sauce/compote to go with our home made bread, we will tell the story of the star in the apple...



here it is for you:


THE LITTLE RED HOUSE WITH NO DOORS AND NO WINDOWS AND A STAR INSIDE
This story is meant to be read aloud to the class with an apple for demonstration. Begin by telling the story, and at the last paragraph when the mother is cutting into the apple do the same, so that the class may view the star inside.There was once upon a time a little boy who was tired of playing with his toys and tired of his books and puzzles.

"What shall I do? He asked his mother. And his mother, who always knew fun things for little boys to do, said "Why not go and find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside."

This really made the little boy wonder. Usually his mother had good ideas, but he thought that this one was very strange.

"Which way shall I go?" He asked his mother. "I don't know where to find a little red house with no doors and no windows".

"Go down the lane past the farmer's house and over the hill," said his mother, "and then hurry back as soon as you can and tell me all about your journey."

So the little boy put on his hat and his jacket and started out. He had not gone very far down the lane when he came to a merry little girl dancing along in the sunshine. Her cheeks were like pink blossom petals and she was singing like a robin.

"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy.

The little girl laughed. "Ask my father the farmer," she said. "Perhaps he knows."

So the little boy went on until he came to the great brown barn where the farmer kept barrels of fat potatoes and baskets of yellow squashed and golden pumpkins. The farmer himself stood in the doorway looking out over the green pastures and yellow grain fields.

"Do you know where I shall find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?" asked the little boy of the farmer. The farmer laughed too. "I've lived a great many years and I never saw one," he chuckled, "but ask Granny who lives at the foot of the hill . . . She knows how to make homemade cookies, taffy, and popcorn balls . . . and red mittens! Perhaps she can tell you."

So the little boy went on farther still, until he came to the Granny sitting in her rocker on her front porch. She had lots of wrinkles and a big smile on her sweet face.

"Please, dear Granny, said the little boy, "where shall I find a little red house with no doors and no windows and a star inside?"

The granny was knitting a red mitten and when she heard the little boy's question, she laughed so cheerily that the wool ball rolled out of her lap and down to the little stone path.

"I should like to find that little house myself," she chuckled. "It would be warm when the frosty night comes and the starlight would be much prettier than a candle. But ask the wind who blows about so much and listens at all the chimneys. Perhaps the wind can tell you."

So the little boy took off his cap politely to the granny and went on up the hill rather sadly. He wondered if his mother, who usually knew almost everything, had perhaps made a mistake. The wind was coming down the hill as the little boy climbed up. As they met, the wind turned about and went along, singing beside the little boy. It whistled in his ear, and pushed him along and dropped a pretty leaf into his hands.

"I wonder," thought the little boy, after they had gone along together for awhile, "if the wind could help me find a little red house with no doors, and no windows and a star inside."

The wind cannot speak in our words, but it went singing ahead of the little boy until it came to an orchard. There it climbed up in the apple tree and shook the branches. When the little boy caught up, there, at his feet, lay a big red apple. The little boy picked up the apple. It was as much as his two hands could hold. It was as red as the sun had been able to paint it, and it had no doors and no windows. Was there a star inside?

The little boy called to the wind, "Thank you", and the wind whistled back, "You're welcome." The little boy hurried back down the lane with the big, red apple in his hand. When he reached his house the little boy gave the apple to his mother. His mother said, "You have found a house with no doors and no windows but where is the star?" His mother took a knife (AT A THIS POINT, START CUTTING AN APPLE CROSSWISE) and cut the apple through the center. Oh, how wonderful! There inside the apple, lay a star holding five brown seeds.

"It is too wonderful to eat without looking at the star, isn't it?" the little boy said to this mother.

"Yes, indeed," answered his mother.