Please use the following ideas and suggestions as fits in with your family commitments.
Staying physically fit during this time will be important.
Join in the Joe Wicks live PE lesson together
Go for a daily walk, focus on how the weather is and changes during your walk. what colour is the sky? How does the wind feel? What direction is the wind blowing from?
We have been looking at how Chinese may celebrate New Year, this week we are thinking about how some people in Iran celebrate ‘Nowruz’. Nowruz is when the start of Spring is celebrated as the start of the New Year!
Nowruz means the ‘new day’ of the New Year in Iran and many of its surrounding neighbours. It has been celebrated in Iran for thousands of years and begins on the first day of Spring. There are other countries that also celebrate this including Afghanistan, Tajikistan, Iraq, Turkish Kurdistan, Azerbaijan, Armenia, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan,
Can you find any of the other countries that celebrate Nowruz?
Share the Nowruz story below
A Nowruz Story Nowruz (pronounced no (as in knot) rooz)
The Flowers Came, Spring Arrived
Once upon a time, in a faraway place, on the edge of a desert, lived a young girl named Nokhodi. Nokhodi was beautiful and had everything she wanted except she felt very lonely and sad.
Every day she looked outside to see if the spring arrived. But alas! The desert seemed bleak and dry as ever and the sky as black as coal.
"What should I do now? Shall I leave here and go somewhere else?" Nokhodi wondered.
Then Nokhodi got an idea! She swept her house, washed the dishes, bathed, put on her best clothes and combed her hair. She coloured her nails with henna and sat waiting for the spring to come. She waited and waited. One week passed, two weeks passed, three weeks passed, but spring never showed up.
One day a gypsy woman knocked at the door. She asked Nokhodi, "Do you want me to tell your fortune?"
"Yes," Nokhodi nodded.
The woman grabbed Nokhodi's hand and checked her palm. "Oh, someone has put a spell on you," the gypsy said, "Someone has used magic to turn away the spring from you. Why? Don't even ask!"
"But who?" Nokhodi asked amazed.
"I don't know. A crazy monster is standing on the way of spring and doesn't let it come. He has made your life miserable and dark."
"Nonsense!" Nokhodi cried. "What is this talk about monster and magic. I don't believe in these things! I will go and fight this monster."
Nokhodi jumped up, grabbed her sword, wore her leather boots, and rode her horse, galloping toward where the monster lived like the famous woman-warrior Gordafarid.
She followed the monster's footprints and came across a dark cave where he slept.
"Hey, monster, hey, come out and fight me!" Nokhodi yelled.
"Hey, Hey, Hey…." Her voice echoed in the mountains.
The ugly monster ran out to see who was calling him. When he saw Nokhodi, he laughed and laughed. "You miserable creature want to kill me? Are you out of your mind? Whoever has sent you here, he has brought my dinner for me!" The monster said laughing harder.
Nokhodi got scared but she refused to give up. She drew out her sword and rushed to the monster and hit him with all her might.
The monster turned into a black cloud and Nokhodi trapped the cloud in a glass bottle.
When Nokhodi returned home, she heard a loud noise. She stepped outside and saw hundreds of riders passing by playing their drums, tambourines, and flutes. The music has filled the air.
Ahead of the riders, on a white horse, rode a man with a white beard and red cheeks carrying a large sack on his back.
Nokhodi ran out. "Hello Uncle Nowruz!" she said waving to the old man.
"Hello, dear!" the man answered.
"Why don't you come in for some tea?"
"I can't, dear. I have million things to do." Uncle Nowruz showed the riders. "We have to knock on the doors and give these gifts to kids," he explained pointing to his sack.
"Will you come back, Uncle?"
"Of course. I will stop by for some nice tea," Uncle Nowruz said with a big smile on his face.
He then kissed Nokhodi and rode out.
Nokhodi ran out to the desert. The blue sky had appeared. The desert wore a floral blanket. The swallows flew in the blue sky.
Wherever Uncle Nowruz rode, he had brought tulips and hyacinths with him. The spring finally arrived. Nokhodi saved the spring. She was as happy as ever.
Some questions to think about
What would it be like if it was always Winter?
What would we miss out on?
Would it be a good thing or a bad thing?
Would you like it to always be Winter, always be Spring or be as it is now where you live?
Go for a walk in your back garden/local park, look out of the window or look in a book.
Can you spot any signs of the changing season, Winter leaving or Spring arriving?
When you're out collect some items that you can use for art (don't pick any flowers that are starting to grow).
Can you photograph or draw what you see?
When you get home use your phonic knowledge write about the things that you found.
Can you name items that are associated with Winter and Spring?
Discuss what you like/don’t like about each season/which is your favourite season, can you explain why?
Can you make a winter/spring picture using all the different items you have found E.g. leaves, twigs, buds … you can even draw a lovely picture.
Once finished can you put your picture onto Tapestry, we would love to see your designs.