Journal
My first nature table
My first memories of a nature table are from Primary two, St Margaret’s School for Girls in Newington in Edinburgh. It was the day before an end of year parents’ evening, a sunny June day.
Miss Black, young hapless Miss Black in her first teaching job, wanted to make an impression. She led us across the playing field, a little line of dark green pinafores, to collect twigs and cones and flowers for our classroom nature table.
She led us right across the playing field to where trees fringed a small stream. We each had a jam jar which we dilligently stuffed with greenery.
Then Miss Black spotted an amazing plant, a plant that would surely ensure our nature table stood out from the rest, a towering umbellifer. She went to pick it, she battled back up the slope to us clutching it aloft. Giant hogweed.
By the time we got back to school Miss Black was beginning to blister, we were greeted by shrieks from other staff. The hogweed was ostentatiously bundled into a binbag, Miss Black was bundled away, we got to join Mrs Munro and the infants for story time.
The 2B nature table never got finished - the jars remained unlabelled, the leaves unpressed. Miss Black appeared at school next day her hands bandaged up, her face splotched and burning.
That evening parents mulled over whether she was a suitable influence. They gathered and gasped at the danger we had narrowly escaped.
I remember believing that the plant had eaten her fingers.
Nature tables acquired a dangerous glamour.
I would love to know your early experience of nature tables - let me know in the comments;
Much love
Jane
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