As the kangaroo morphed into a whale the giggling got the better of us. What had started as a mist had now turned into Moby Dick, and was threatening to swallow the house. The children screamed in delight ……
We were cloud watching, lying in a row on the grass in the front garden. I’m certain the passing neighbour thought we were quite bonkers.
Keep a close eye on the heavens and watch for moisture-laden blue-sky days where clouds start to form. The stories that grow as the clouds take form can be as fantastic and as wild as your imagination. The story can happily end there, or these tales of the tallest kind can be later recalled and blown once more into shape:
- With card, glue and some cotton wool you can recreate your cloud shapes on the kitchen table
- White pastels smudged onto blue card can bring out the artist in a child of any age
- For older children the stories can be retold, written out, and illustrations created to make your very own story book – if you bind it through holes with string you can add to it another day when the skies come alive with stories once more