Our Wee Felt Saints are all packed away in a pretty box and the sideboard has been reclaimed as our seasonal table. Each little saint eagerly awaits his/her feast day to come out of the dark box to be the guest of honor. See St. Michael in the middle?
Freshly dusted and decorated, here is the new look our sideboard is sporting for fall:
This year we added seasonal scarf sets and seasonal dolls. I can't believe how excited the children were to see it all set up. You would have
thought it was Christmas, judging by their ooohs and ahhhhs. Other items here include a picture frame and postcard set, seasonal books and wooden elements.
The top of a shelf in our little classroom is serving as a liturgical table. It is our focus during morning circle time. I have another post in the works about circle time.
Here's another something I thought up while wandering around the aisles of Michael's -
I figured it could hang all of October and into November. It was super easy - just cardstock and ribbon. I drew the letters with a little help from a ruler and colored them with colored pencil.
You might also be noticing the stained glass windows from Fenestrae Fidei. An idea borrowed from Serendipity, I took the book to Office Max and had copies made - two on cardstock and one on transparency sheets. The children have been coloring these to the melodies of the Adoremus CDs while they wait for their turn to practice piano or violin with mom each morning.
Time to cozy up and stoke those inner fires. What is fall looking like in your home?
October by Robert Frost
O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away.
Retard the sun with gentle mist;
Enchant the land with amethyst.
Slow, slow!
For the grapes' sake, if the were all,
Whose elaves already are burnt with frost,
Whose clustered fruit must else be lost--
For the grapes' sake along the all.