Innholdsfortegnelse for January 2023 i Ladybug Stories, Poems, and Songs Magazine for Young Kids and Children

One morning in January, Holly Hedgehog’s alarm clock rang. BRIIIING! “Spring already?” snuffled Grandma, snuggling deeper into her bed of dried leaves. Holly blinked. It was dark in the cozy nest. BRIIIING! Could it be? “Hurrah! Spring at last!” cried Holly. Spring was the most perfect part of the whole year! “Go on up,” mumbled Grandma. “I’ll be there soon.” Then she rolled over and started snoring. Holly could not wait. “Flowers!” she whispered, as she scrambled up through soft, dry leaves. “Butterflies!” she sang. “Green grass! Fluffy clouds! Spring!” She was almost in the wide open world. Holly stuck her nose up through the last layer of leaves. The air smelled clear, and clean, and . . . cold? Holly poked her head up into the garden. She couldn’t…

Have you ever played outside on a snowy day? Maybe you went sledding or played tag in big, heavy boots. Maybe the snow was so high that you could reach a branch you never touched before. As you played above the snow, did you ever wonder what might be beneath its surface? Under the shelter of the snow, little shrews and voles are busy. They zip through snowy tunnels they have made, finding seeds and bark to eat. Some larger creatures, like the ruffed grouse, snuggle into the snow as if it’s a blanket, keeping them warm on frosty days. There’s a world above the snow, and a world below it, too!…

Jasper returns from his nightly walk carrying a single exciting sign. I giggle and point at his furry head. “It’s just one flake,” says my brother. “But snowflakes have many friends,” I whisper. Morning brings a RUMBLE! and a ROAR! Could it be a snowplow? I flip back my blankets and whip up the blinds—SNOW! My brother skids into the room. “NO SCHOOL!” he whoops. We are ready for a snowflake delighting, snowball fighting, snowman sighting day! Outside, the flakes are flying but make no sound. All is perfectly peaceful, until . . . SMACK! The game is on! We duck and dive behind bushes and trees, lobbing snowballs until we call it a tie. Now our snowballs become bigger and bigger and bigger as we roll a snowman. His…