"Look at this!" Blake said, holding up a pine cone and a book. The cone he found looked exactly like the picture he was attempting to point out. "This is a blue spruce tree we're sitting under!" Until this moment we were calling it the "fort tree," since the...

      “Why are people so lazy?” Shelton asked, leaning over to pick a piece of trash out of the grass that ran alongside the new bike path. “It really makes me so mad.” Others agreed. “They could just leave it in their car or their pocket – or throw it in the...

Flowers, grass and weeds have been spotted pushing their way up through the soil on our playground. Quiet students at the top of the hill can hear frogs in the wetland outside our fence. And motionless  children can see snakes. With their faces close to the ground,...