My sweetie would wander about all day, given the chance, but she says she promised to help with the children’s activities at the Native Plant Society of Texas table.
Besides, although the day is fair and breezy, it is more than a little warm in the sun, and some shade would be quite welcome. (My helmet is glorious, but it is heavy and heats up something dreadful.)
The first order of business is to check out the art supplies. My sweetie has a distinct fondness for crayons. She enjoys both coloring with them and sorting them out into waxy rainbows.
And, apparently, she also has a thing for bus-shaped art supply caddies.
She is completely enthralled by its tinny resemblance to the real thing.
Tape, hole punch, pencil sharpener… I just want to know what’s in the engine compartment, which snaps off as its own little tin.
The tyke-friendly art project on offer this year is a little book of leaf rubbings. Sigyn and I have done these before, but only always single sheets, never a whole book. I very much doubt that pint-sized mortals will have the patience to complete more than one, but it might be amusing to play with the components.
The process is best accomplished with more than a modicum of help from grown-ups.
As I suspected, the mini-mortals are coloring with more enthusiasm than finesse, and not all of their efforts are “keepers”. The sample booklet, however, was produced with a little more care.
Look Sigyn, it’s a post oak–just like the big tree in the back yard at home, the one that did not leaf out this year and which I have suggested to the human female more than once is probably just choosing its moment to fall onto the house…
Whoever brought the art supplies (it wasn’t the human female–she showed up with a list of plants, a sign that reads, “Ask a Botanist a Question,” and a lunch) took great pains with the rubber stamps and colored pencils to produce a beautiful cover.
All most of the children are managing to achieve with the rubber stamps is blackened fingers. Keep your distance from my sweetie, you filthy younglings!
The adults running the table are binding the books in a manner similar to this. Ehhehehe! It is taking the human female many tries to learn to do it correctly, and I suspect the first few she did will were assembled incorrectly and will fall apart before their creators even get them home.
A fine way to represent your organization, woman. I wouldn’t be at all surprised if this new group of Plant Nerds doesn’t invite you back again next year…