Air reminds me of music and songs. When I was a little girl, my grandmother would sing, “Kimberley’s a pretty-little-girl” to the tune of the meadowlarks. Only two generations ago in rural Utah and Idaho, when my grandparents were little, the children knew the birds and their birdsongs. They held meaning. Listen for the birdsongs. Can you identify them? What are they singing to you?

About the Author

Kimberley Lewis

Kimberley is a birth-to-three teacher, consultant and writer. She received her master's degree in Waldorf Early Childhood Education from Antioch University New England in Keene, NH. She is a RIE® Associate and avid Pikler student. She has been teaching nursery, preschool, kindergarten and parent-child classes in Waldorf schools since 2007.

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