Fête des Mères

Fête des Mères

Think one Mother's Day a year simply isn't enough?
Mums can get a second dose of attention by celebrating France's
Fête des Mères a couple of weeks after America has its own particular day.

Date:

It takes place at a different time from America which is celebrated
on the second Sunday of May. In France, it's on the last Sunday in May
unless Pentecost/Whit Sunday happens to fall on that day, in which case it’s
on the first Sunday in June.

In 2019, Fête des Mères falls on Sunday, May 26 in France.

What to Eat

The meal should be something special. How about cream of watercress
soup (this is springtime with all those fresh seasonal ingredients),
followed by roasted lemon and rosemary chicken? Or if you're
beside the sea, then the freshest shellfish and perhaps a lobster
is the food to offer. 

Wherever the family lives, it's always regional, local ingredients
that are used.

Calender Art

In room 2 we have been doing our calender art
This is my art
Our calender art was about mandala
It was hard to chose what colours to put on my art

leading to be a learner (PB4L)

My animation

In this video/google slide we where learning to make an anamation with an app called Tall Tweet  it is a type of thing that can make a GIF (Graphics Interchange Format) or a video.

What winter is to me

what winter is to me

kuaka-The exploring bird

Writing/Poetry

The coastal blue waters softly washes against the rocks.
Sharp white snow usher above the ground.
The crumbly dirt softly devolves into the ground.
The skily clear sky stretches across the

Noun	Adjective	Verbs	Adverbs
Water	Calm	quietly	softly
Rocks	heavy	sitting	happily
Grass	thin	cutter	greenly
Dirt	soft	little	crumbly
Sky	clear	stretch	skily
Ice/Snow	sharp	whiten	coldly
Clouds	murky	blur	gloomily

Pepeha 2019

Ko Hikurangi te maunga 

Hikurangi is my mountain

Ko Waiapu te awa/moana

Waiapu is my river/sea

Ko Horouta te waka

Horouta is my canoe

Ko Ngati porou toku iwi

Ngati porou are my people

Ko Te poho o rawiri toku marae

Te poho o rawiri is my marea

Ko Annette toku mama

Annette is my mother

Ko Rangi toku papa

Rangi is my father

Ko Harata toku ingoa

My name is Harata

Ko Hikurangi te māunga.
Hikurangi is my mountain
Ko Waiapu te awa/moana
waiapu is my canoe
Ko Ngati Porou toku iwi
Ngati Porou are my people
Ko te poho o rawiri
te poho o rawiri is my marae
Ko Annette toku mama
Annette is my mother
Ko Rangi toku papa
Rangi is my father
Ko Harata toku ingoa
my name is Harata

We have been learning to put nouns, adverbs, adjectives and verbs.


Forest Trees

Bright green forest trees standing still in the summer breeze.

Still brown sticks flow as they go.
tall flowering plants spread throughout the land.

Soft gentle waters deep as coastal seas.

rough grey rocks pop out of the soft thick sand .
fresh earthy grass grow from the dirt.





This is the picture i had to describe

Jandal art

jandal art

This is my jandal art...
My creation is about me, 
The heart explains how passionate I am about everything I do.
The background shows what some of my favorite colors are.

I found it challenging to paint the heart with the brushes because they were to thick.

Movies

The lion king

1. Going into the cinema
2. starting / middle
3. finishing

As the smell of popcorn drifted across the room as I entered the
cinema to watch the lion king, as I found my way walking down some
steps toward the seats.

I sat while the movie was about to start at the bright yellow lights
began to disappear.

The movie started I was so excited, 

As the movie went threw I kept falling asleep, because some
parts of it keep getting boring.

The movie was pretty interesting how simba met the warthog and the
meerkat. They took him to a place filled with trees and water and lots
of bugs.

Over the days simba was at that place with the meerkat
and the warthog he got bigger and bigger and he looked like a real lion.

Dream Holiday

Dream Holiday

Singapore

I would go to Singapore

At Singapore I would go to the Botanic Gardens, I would go to the beach to chill out and go for a swim.

Favourite sports events

Ocean writing

This week we have been trying to put more descriptive words in our writing. This is my poem about the ocean
I added, what I saw, what I heard.
I tried to add what I felt, what I tasted

watermelon writing

My watermelon

The skin looked hard as a crunchy lollies

Mrs Gomm slices the watermelon open it sounded like a
zipper going up and down.

The sweet delicious tastes of watermelon make want to eat
watermelon all of the time.

I hear the sounds of crunching when I bite into the watermelon.

It tasted like a watery pear that has just fallen of a tree.