The sunflowers felt spiky and crushable. The leaves were crunchy and hanging down like an old man with bad posture. The stems were furry and they had little prickles on them.
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The Childhood Magic of Play
We have been out and about in the sun this week whipping up all kinds of potions and measurements. In Tautoru we know that having a playful...
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Today we read a poem called, "I have Noodles in my Nostrils" by Kenn Nesbitt. The poem is about noodles that fall onto parts ... -
This week we've been learning a new song about Matariki. Many of you have shown your talent in singing! Here is the video of the song. ...
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The genealogy of Ranginui and Papatūānuku- source: Enviroschools What plants are we kaitiaki (guardians) of in our community? Where do they ...
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