We leant the sunflower stems against each other and then tied them together with string. We covered the basic frame with various large pieces of material from my stash including a couple of saris (I’m a huge fan of saris for building dens – they are easy for the kids to use as they’re light, drape well and are easy to clip on to things, plus being slightly see-through they let in light, and of course they are often beautiful! Apologies to those of you who think this sounds like I’m repeating myself ). We used butterfly clips to fix the material to the frame – butterfly clips are relatively easy for M to use by herself and and J for some reason finds them intrinsically desirable. I like them because they are *strong* – much better than normal washing pegs/clips – I definitely recommend having a bunch of them stashed for making dens.

I put a tarp down on the grass inside the tipi and then we made our afternoon abode a whole lot comfier with various quilts, blankets and beanbags. Despite the autumnal nip in the air, you can see why the girls insisted on having their supper in the tent!

Unfortunately our beautiful home-from-home was a fleeting beauty as we are already getting heavy dews overnight with the cold air and so everything had to be dismantled before bedtime, but it was definitely worth the effort!

Whilst a supply of outsized sunflower stems may not be locally available to you, you could do this with bamboo stems (the tall ones you can get from garden centres), or anything else you can find about 2m tall (?pieces of downpipe, real tent poles, narrow planks of wood…). A few bed sheets would suffice to cover the frame and if you don’t want to use your regular sheets, you could get some second-hand ones very cheaply from charity shops (then keep them safe as part of your den building stash!).

Of course some reading also got done in our cozy tipi, including a new book for us – A House Is a House for Me by Mary Ann Hoberman, illustrated by Betty Fraser. This book was first published 31 years ago and yet I only came across this book thanks to a comment left here on the blog (Thanks again Chrissy!) – and boy am I grateful for that comment because this book is absolutely wonderful, one that I think every family and school should have, and one which I’ve now recommended to our public library too as they didn’t have a copy. I don’t know how it is that I had never come across this book before – I can only suppose that it is because it is an American book, and because we’ve got a fairly vibrant kids’ lit scene here in the UK, books from elsewhere often don’t get the publicity they warrant.

But back to this gorgeous book which is wonderful to read, great to listen to, and utterly delightful to look at. (Yes, I know I’m gushing, but it really is that good!). Mary Ann Hoberman has written a bouncing poem with strong, effective rhymes about all the different types of homes and houses one can find. She starts with the names for different animal homes, for example in the opening lines:

A hill is a house for an ant, an ant.
A hive is a house for a bee.
A hole is a house for a mole or a mouse
And a house is a house for me!

As the book progresses Hoberman widens her interpretation of “home” to include all sorts of containers and their contents, for example:

Barrels are houses for pickles
And bottles are houses for jam.
A pot is a spot for potatoes.
A sandwich is home for some ham.

This imaginative redefining of “home” brings a great deal of (slightly zany) humour to the poem, which eventually ends a reminder that “Each creature that’s known has a house of its own / and the earth is a house for us all.”

This poem is a great vocabulary builder, with its inclusion of a wide variety of animal homes (eg. coop, sty, fold, hutch), but over and above this educational aspect, Hoberman’s text is simply great fun. Her creative take on “home” is really stimulating – it keys into a childlike/fairytale belief that apparently inanimate objects can have lives of their own, and before long M and I were laughing as we thought of other “homes” (”My mouth’s a home for some chocolate! or “My bed’s a home for my ted” “Your armpit’s a home for a tickle!”). The rhymes always work well and make the book a pleasure to read aloud, as well as appealing to young ears (I think the sing-song rhythm is why J, at just 1, enjoyed listening to this book with us).

So the text is definitely a winner… but then there are the illustrations… and they are so very lovely, detailed and beautifully coloured, creating a world that I simply want to step into and be part of. Each time the line “A house is a house for me” is repeated, Betty Fraser has drawn a different childhood den – the stuff of dreams – from tree houses and seaweed shelters at the beach, to under-the-table retreats, or a blanket thrown over the washing line. M has spent quite some time pouring over the images, enjoying finding tiny details (like the inclusion of a small owl and pussycat in a pea-green boat sailing on the ocean which is home to a whale) in the illustrations which fill each page to bursting. Betty Fraser’s style reminded me of some of the Little Golden Books – her use of colour in particular gives her images a vintage feel.

One final point I think is worth making is that with A House Is a House for Me you get quite a lot of book for your money – over 40 pages – which seems to be a lot for a £5 picture book these days.

A House Is a House for Me:

Whilst outside we didn’t listen to any music, but we have recently had on some goodies: Elvis Presley’s version of There’s no place like home, Home on the Range sung by Roy Rogers and Build My House by Woody Guthrie.

For some more den inspiration take a look at this great round up of outdoor dens from The Crafty Crow – check out the link to Ikat Bag in particular as she has a really inspiration list of links for table tents – I have drooled so much over these I think I shall now have to make one for a christmas or birthday present for me the girls…

What good memories have you got of making dens as a kid yourself, or with your own kids?

“A what?” you may say. “Why?” you may well also say…. so here’s some background.

The past couple of years have seen a dramatic decline in the numbers of bees in the UK, mainland Europe and the US. Whilst it is not clear what all the factors are behind this population crash, the consequences of the drop in bee numbers could be very serious – bees are pollinators and as such play an important, even vital role in the development of many crops, and, of course, also in our own gardens. Indeed, according to the United States Department of Agriculture “about one mouthful of food in three [in the US] is directly or indirectly pollinated by honey bees managed by beekeepers.”

Given this situation, and our family’s more broader interest in creating a little urban haven for biodiversity, we wanted to do “our bit” for the bees. Whilst honeybees live in colonies and may sting (both aspects making them more of a challenge to host in your own kid-friendly garden), solitary bees live on their own (the clue’s in the name I suppose!) and are far less likely to sting so they mix much better with little ones! (female solitary bees do have a sting, but it is a weak one, and very unlikely to be deployed). There are in fact about 250 different types of solitary bee in the UK, and whilst some like to nest in the ground, many like to nest in cavities in wood, including the Red Mason bee – one of the commonest solitary bees in the UK. A bee hotel is basically a way of creating the sort of place a Red Mason bee would think of as 5* luxury accommodation, and as well as helping the bees, making a bee hotel is a really fun project for all the family.

There are several different architectural styles used by fashionable bee hotels – take a look here, here, here and here.

We chose to make one using hollow canes from cow parsley and common hogweed, as it was more kid-friendly – M and J loved collecting, snapping and stuffing in the stems, whereas the hotels made using a drill would have required much more adult involvement (at least with a 1 and 4 year old – perhaps it would have been a good choice with an old kid). We waited until now ie autumn when the stems of the cow parsley/common hogweed were naturally dried out and hollow. I should note that cow parsley and common hogweed can be mistaken for several other plants that are not at all kid friendly – giant hogweed, poison hemlock and Fool’s parsley. [Please don't let this put you off doing this project - if you're not confident of identifying the plants then you could use bamboo canes, straws or if you grow herbs, lovage or perhaps fennel]

We are fortunate to live very close to a couple of fields with a small stream flowing through them, along which there is a pushchair friendly path. It’s a great place for a short walk before bed time or for a longer bike ride to the nearest playground, the other side of the fields. The fields are surrounded on all sides by fairly tightly packed houses, so the open space is a valuable wildlife corridor. All this to explain where we went for our cow parsley and hogweed (seeing as they are not typically found in gardens!) – the kids thought this harvesting was a hoot, although pushing the laden pushchair home was not easy, and certainly caused a few raised eyebrows (but then I think my neighbours already have me down as a slightly off the wall sort of mama!).

The dried flower umbels were magical for the kids – it was like having handfuls of stars – and they made perfect magical fairy wands. The stems were treated like all sticks – as loot of the first order, perfect for walking with, tapping trees, swishing in the grass, making fires, and generally just feeling great having and holding them in your hands! And all this play was before we got home to transform the stems into the bee hotel!

A small frame was made with short lengths of untreated wood and then the frame was then made aesthetically more pleasing by the addition of some bark, stripped from the planks we used to create our raised veg beds.

The covered frame was then stuffed with lengths of cowparsley/hogweed stem. Solitary bees prefer holes 3-5mm in diameter, but ladybirds and lacewings will make use of larger holes so we made sure we had a good mixture of stem sizes.

Once the frame was jam-packed full of stems we hung it on a south facing wall at a slight downward angle – to ensure that water couldn’t get caught inside the stems when it rains.

We’re now waiting for the first guests to take up residence!

Having made the bee hotel I went on a search for a good book to match it up with for the girls. This was not the easiest of tasks as pretty much all the books I could find were about honey bees, and seeing as honey bees are the one bug that won’t be desperate to take our offer of lodgings, I didn’t want a book that was solely about those lovely creatures. In the end I plumped for a lovely book called Whose Garden Is It? by Mary Ann Hoberman, illustrated by Jane Dyer.

I’m ashamed to admit that until a few weeks ago I hadn’t heard of Mary Ann Hoberman, even though she is the current Children’s Poet Laureate in the US. But fortunately for me, Chrissy from Book Bliss left me a comment when I wrote about playing with dollshouses, suggesting A House is a House for me by -you’ve guessed it – Mary Ann Hoberman and from that short comment a whole lovely new world has opened up for me and my girls (Thank you Chrissy!)

Whose Garden Is It? starts simply enough – a gentle rhyme posing a question that would seem to have a straightforward answer.

Mrs McGee went out walking one day,
And as she was cheerfully wending her way,
She passed by a garden with colors so bright,
She never had seen such a beautiful sight!
“How splendid! How pleasant! How simply exquisite!
This garden is perfect….
But whose garden is it?”

As the story unfolds it becomes clear that in fact many things are needed for a garden to flourish. Fathoming who is responsible for the garden, whose contribution is crucial, is actually a much harder task than simply providing the initially anticipated answer to the question of ownership.

First of all the gardener insists that is it his garden (”I am the owner and everyone knows it. I am the person who plants it and grows it“) but as Mrs McGee explores more of the garden, other claims of ownership are made. The worm, for example, insists “… Why, I make the soil fine, / And that’s why I’m put here. This garden is mine!“, whilst the bee insists the garden is due to his activities “I pollinate flowers. It’s easy to see / This garden would not even be without me!“. Other animals also stake their claims, but then to further complicate the matter, the soil, sun and rain also insist that without them the garden would not exist.

Having explored the garden and met all who play a role in its growth and health Mrs McGee, and the reader, are left still turning over in their minds, indeed, “Whose garden is it?”

Although this book doesn’t have quite the bee-focus I was originally looking for, I love Whose Garden Is It? The rhyme makes it a delight to read aloud, and (from what I can tell) great fun to listen to, even for my 1 year old. The theme – that actually a lot of different things play a role in creating (and thereby “owning” if we want to use that word) the garden is wonderful – it reminds us of the importance of biodiversity, community, of looking at the bigger picture. It challenges the notion of “ownership” in a very gentle, but sustained way – and given that most young kids have VERY clear ideas about ownership “She can’t have the doll/castle/picture – it’s MINE!!!” I think this is a great way to start them thinking again about possession.

As if this wasn’t all enough to make for a great book, the illustrations are of superb quality – the garden looks utterly glorious with glowing sunflowers, ruby red hollyhocks, echinacea and delphiniums, and whilst I’m not convinced of the need to anthropomorphise the various animals and elements who claim ownership of the garden, the furry friends in costume certainly appeal to my kids.

All in all a lovely book, whose theme could be described as the horticultural equivalent to the idea embodied in the phrase “it takes a village to raise a child”.

Whose Garden Is It?:

We’ve been listening to The Bee Song sung by Arthur Askey (a favourite from my own childhood), Flight of the Bumble Bee by Rimsky-Korsakov (great for dancing round and round to at dizzying speeds!) and the rather wacky Pollination Dance by The Denim Dirt Farmers.

Now that our bee hotel is complete, our next project is the much bigger and grander BUG hotel – something like this one, and then if we had the space we could even provide an amphitheatre for the creepy-crawlies – like this one at Kew Gardens. Now would that be wonderful ?!

Please do let us know about your favourite bee and bug related books and music You never know – maybe your comment will inspire us just like the comment from Chrissy did!

And if you’ve made it this far in this ridiculously long post I salute you! *Thankyou* for spending some of your precious time reading my blog – I really do appreciate it!