A snippet from Deb:

Houses, castles, neighbors, kittens, pirates, boat captains, firefighters, chefs, mothers, fathers, babies, and most of all, good friends...

These are the worlds I enter when I spend the morning in Terri's Morning Garden; behind the ironing board, quietly ironing, watching and helping; tying silk capes and pirate hats, readjusting "the boat" made out of wooden trestles, modeling a calming, warming activity that children rarely see anymore while I observe happy, free children being completely themselves in a world so perfectly suited to them.

This is Terri's Morning Garden; where children romp in beautiful, sunlit woods looking for tracks and treasures and signs of magic...and, of course, sticks!  In the woods, they balance on logs, walk and run on uneven ground that changes with the seasons above and below them, climb on rocks and go on explorations, finding labyrinths and ponds where beavers nibble all the trees; where children roll and hop and move their whole body in complete joy; caring for chickens and bunnies and each other.

This is Terri's morning Garden; where children put on comfy slippers before slipping into a myriad of imaginative roles, all suited to the individuals and their developmental levels; where children don aprons to bake biscuits and cut carrots for soup;  where everyone happily helps to clean up and participates wholeheartedly in songs and movement and finger plays; where all sit with wide eyes as Terri tells a story, using no pictures except those in each child's imagination...

This is Terri's Morning Garden; a truly magical place; where all the children are learning to be a part of the social world while, at the same time, building their bodies and minds with physical activity, imaginative play and wholesome, nutritious food.  Every aspect of the Waldorf day is planned with the children's needs in mind; everything is done for a reason.
The children will carry these beautiful experiences and memories with them always.

In Gratitude to what a Waldorf Morning Garden gave to my daughter many years ago...and to your children.

Deb Hartshorn  M.S. Ed.