tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39486048727314335772024-03-21T20:11:12.700-07:00Jardim Bagueixe 08-09Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger99125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-70600998205050555172009-07-19T00:20:00.000-07:002009-07-19T00:23:07.618-07:00LAVOISIER<strong>O Jardim de Infância de Bagueixe despede-se, mas esta CASA permanecerá com as suas portas abertas.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPwSrmv9cNjKk4BcnaQskXAmvz3aVyu94XEJ0Y2QIvf3c0Hj8jbcukalke_pf0O-jCPFqsi_k7-JO4qusOBd6INEptTsNDVF0MnwelnNy4G2-G2FS4HwLgloJ-GPDW1l1z1Sz6fgaqI7_/s1600-h/FOTO+JI+BLOG.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGPwSrmv9cNjKk4BcnaQskXAmvz3aVyu94XEJ0Y2QIvf3c0Hj8jbcukalke_pf0O-jCPFqsi_k7-JO4qusOBd6INEptTsNDVF0MnwelnNy4G2-G2FS4HwLgloJ-GPDW1l1z1Sz6fgaqI7_/s400/FOTO+JI+BLOG.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360068071560504898" /></a><br /><strong>“…NADA SE PERDE, TUDO SE TRANSFORMA.”<br /><br /><br />FELICIDADES.<br /><br />ATÉ SEMPRE!<br /><br />A Educadora de Infância responsável pelo Blogue:<br />Helena Subtil</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-3559986750019734492009-07-16T10:44:00.000-07:002009-07-16T11:11:38.554-07:00BOAS FÉRIASDesejamos a todos os visitantes do nosso Blogue umas BOAS FÉRIAS!<br /><br />Foi um prazer estar convosco e mostrar-vos algumas das nossas actividades.<br /><br />Em jeito de despedida partilhamos convosco algumas fotografias do moinho comunitário de Bagueixe…<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-71.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ok&il=1&channel=3170534137692844145&site=widget-71.slide.com" style="width:426px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:426px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ok&ct=1&at=un&id=3170534137692844145&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/d1/3170534137692844145/ok_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide12.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ok&ct=1&at=un&id=3170534137692844145&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-71.slide.com/d2/3170534137692844145/ok_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br />VALE A PENA UMA VISITA!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-55242003500615135072009-07-12T01:56:00.001-07:002009-07-12T02:03:50.309-07:00AGRADECIMENTOS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5fMI2ANp1ztxbqaX9b-Z2vDBD_UqLFvW6GZexLDgey993E-_A47Dh9CddCzo0ve5dq0jVIAue4SqViAbWp9bdLGzfQCMoO_1j5guUkdj7B5bg3xGlWTRIr_UisSvSZhZuOvwMPbEgY3VI/s1600-h/espigas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5fMI2ANp1ztxbqaX9b-Z2vDBD_UqLFvW6GZexLDgey993E-_A47Dh9CddCzo0ve5dq0jVIAue4SqViAbWp9bdLGzfQCMoO_1j5guUkdj7B5bg3xGlWTRIr_UisSvSZhZuOvwMPbEgY3VI/s400/espigas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357495121519030402" /></a> <strong>As actividades aqui divulgadas não teriam sido possíveis sem o precioso contributo dos parceiros educativos. Cumpre-nos assim agradecer-lhes pelo entusiasmo, participação, partilha e envolvimento nesta nobre tarefa de EDUCAR, ENSINAR E APRENDER A APRENDER:<br /><br />Às crianças que frequentaram o Jardim-de-infância de Bagueixe, porque sem elas, nenhuma das actividades teria feito sentido!<br /><br />Aos Pais/encarregados de educação e familiares das crianças;<br />À Comunidade de Bagueixe;<br /><br />Às crianças do Jardim-de-infância e EB1 de Morais, Educadora de Infância, Professores e pessoal Auxiliar;<br /><br />Às colegas do Departamento de Educação Pré-escolar, aos seus alunos e pessoal Auxiliar;<br /><br />Ao Agrupamento de Escolas de Macedo de Cavaleiros;<br />À Câmara Municipal;<br />À Freguesia de Bagueixe;<br /><br />Ecoteca de Macedo de Cavaleiros, Biblioteca Municipal, à BECRE do Agrupamento de Escolas, à Formadora do PNEP de Macedo de Cavaleiros, Escola Segura, Prof. de Educação Física, Susana Parreira, Prof. de Educação Musical, Rafael Santos,ao pessoal Auxiliar do Jardim-de-infância de Bagueixe, Equipa de Saúde Escolar, Animadoras do Projecto Trampolim, Centro Social e Paroquial de Talhas;<br /><br />Às colegas Filomena Martins, Domitila Alves e Esmeralda Certo pela cedência de alguns materiais.<br /><br />A todos quantos acompanharam as nossas actividades através do Blogue e o divulgaram!<br /><br />A todos:<br /><br />BEM HAJAM!!!</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-78185690120798635522009-07-12T01:24:00.000-07:002009-07-12T01:29:33.112-07:00ECO-CÓDIGO 2009<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBm-8LTh_Afs0c1HbYmEDT1fKeuTcDysyYcfxEa5W5AUdZgJmFVqM-zjOnHHA-cxZXQyY5xDsCeJ2usvb8HO91uxUIe4nOIJp51-v3DXQUy2kmVjFD6AktsoDK_D3whnTZOQO9a22AjBPN/s1600-h/HPIM8959.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBm-8LTh_Afs0c1HbYmEDT1fKeuTcDysyYcfxEa5W5AUdZgJmFVqM-zjOnHHA-cxZXQyY5xDsCeJ2usvb8HO91uxUIe4nOIJp51-v3DXQUy2kmVjFD6AktsoDK_D3whnTZOQO9a22AjBPN/s400/HPIM8959.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357486934070302338" /></a> <strong>Ainda sob o lema "Vamos proteger o futuro", é este o nosso Eco-código 2009:<br /><br />Separar as embalagens e levá-las para o eco ponto;<br />Fechar as torneiras quando se lavam os dentes ou a loiça;<br />Tomar banho de chuveiro;<br />Aproveitar a água da chuva para regar as plantas;<br />Não deitar lixo na natureza porque é poluição;<br />Fazer adubo em casa, com as cascas da fruta e dos legumes;<br />Apagar as luzes quando saímos de casa;<br />Desligar a televisão no botão para não gastar energia;<br />Fazer sabão caseiro para lavar a roupa;<br />Lavar a roupa no tanque comunitário para poupar energia;<br />Desligar o computador quando não se está a usar;<br />Reutilizar as embalagens para fazer trabalhos na escola;<br />Fazer pão em casa;<br />Levar um saco de pano para ir às compras. </strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-8190489882822506212009-07-12T01:15:00.000-07:002009-07-12T01:30:21.536-07:00VAMOS PROTEGER O FUTURO!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNrbh5TOlTU6EUE3eWE2LYBAMU5mibs7SZUHQEJ9O11yQt4itrMxsIiRTuy-AMyA7dSbTsZNXurWVkTmwjvneMV9ORM36rtsOE2r20MtHQAAhLNuYUiJ_ifdvJg48jNJWRVWaMjDNAaTJ/s1600-h/HPIM8828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVNrbh5TOlTU6EUE3eWE2LYBAMU5mibs7SZUHQEJ9O11yQt4itrMxsIiRTuy-AMyA7dSbTsZNXurWVkTmwjvneMV9ORM36rtsOE2r20MtHQAAhLNuYUiJ_ifdvJg48jNJWRVWaMjDNAaTJ/s400/HPIM8828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357484951800330594" /></a> <strong>Este é o nosso código de energia 2009:<br /><br />Durante o dia apagar as luzes e abrir a janela para entrar a luz natural;<br /> Lavar a roupa na máquina de lavar com a carga máxima;<br />Andar de autocarro em vez de utilizar o automóvel;<br />Ligar a máquina de lavar roupa à noite, porque é mais barato;<br />Fechar a porta do frigorífico quando se querem tirar muitas coisas;<br />Desligar a televisão no botão;<br />Desligar o ferro de engomar quando se precisa de ir fazer outra coisa urgente;<br />Lavar a roupa à mão sempre que possível;<br /> Usar lâmpadas amigas do ambiente;<br /> Calafetar bem as portas e janelas para manter a casa quente no Inverno;<br />Fechar as portas e estores ou portadas das janelas, nas horas de mais calor, para manter a casa fresca no Verão.</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-57681835548079379662009-07-12T01:03:00.001-07:002009-07-19T00:29:37.088-07:00NÓS E O PROJECTO TRAMPOLIM<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROClmSiwA8hM6CIyUuXf7ycX1WNyBinkfayXatbBExGB_hpBrwscXopo_j5KfpHPjDD0j8LijULZfgp7D9jzu2XPgIaFoq81jZFDNJLcQrSzJaFYZ3FWL7YdN0f30zpO4TUvDSpTgZYK2/s1600-h/HPIM6255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjROClmSiwA8hM6CIyUuXf7ycX1WNyBinkfayXatbBExGB_hpBrwscXopo_j5KfpHPjDD0j8LijULZfgp7D9jzu2XPgIaFoq81jZFDNJLcQrSzJaFYZ3FWL7YdN0f30zpO4TUvDSpTgZYK2/s400/HPIM6255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357481523828265618" /></a> <strong>Nos dias frios de Inverno, e após o horário lectivo, "emprestámos" a nossa sala aos idosos da aldeia de Bagueixe, para poderem usufruir das actividades propostas pelas Animadoras do Projecto Trampolim da Câmara Municipal de Macedo de Cavaleiros, num ambiente confortável.<br />Este "empréstimo" do nosso espaço de trabalho permitiu às crianças uma socialização intergeracional e aprender a praticar a solidadriedade para com os idosos. </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqqacYkSgE1UGIkSmzjDPWFWVIqCtekWHbXGt6fhdHRDmgTuRtbhR5qTm6ntLa9U3SeH2SkBp9fb0DpDH3b4aOjXTSV-Kcx6jdKUXG29NdjJu45gBAzAezp4ymOeKaNkS3bgn_wkSs2fZ/s1600-h/HPIM6257.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqqacYkSgE1UGIkSmzjDPWFWVIqCtekWHbXGt6fhdHRDmgTuRtbhR5qTm6ntLa9U3SeH2SkBp9fb0DpDH3b4aOjXTSV-Kcx6jdKUXG29NdjJu45gBAzAezp4ymOeKaNkS3bgn_wkSs2fZ/s400/HPIM6257.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357481642787590050" /></a> <strong>Tivemos ainda oportunidade de aprender algumas técnicas de expressão plástica.<br /><br />Agradecemos às Animadoras Cláudia e Clara.</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-28897938728111868922009-06-29T13:12:00.001-07:002009-07-08T10:37:47.624-07:00«LER PARA CRESCER» - PNEP no Jardim de Infância<strong>A formadora do PNEP do nosso Agrupamento de Escolas visitou-nos pela última vez neste ano lectivo. Trouxe-nos um livro muito bonito e proporcionou-nos verdadeiros momentos de partilha de saberes. A Eva e o Jorge, que já frequentaram este Jardim de Infância e agora são alunos do 1º Ciclo EB, vieram visitar-nos e participaram na actividade.<br /><br /></strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFriq6zL1CIzYWlD0HDGCDkn7aBy5xoXhjmp63FPGmSumZMRZvTPWrqIJxckss4GGc0Ae4qnfKCRuqPl9dejipURW1QxqctOoZjN2KVejSpnvGePhIDWXLWH_pDZIBPIOgwAk9C3wdV92E/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFriq6zL1CIzYWlD0HDGCDkn7aBy5xoXhjmp63FPGmSumZMRZvTPWrqIJxckss4GGc0Ae4qnfKCRuqPl9dejipURW1QxqctOoZjN2KVejSpnvGePhIDWXLWH_pDZIBPIOgwAk9C3wdV92E/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352845304081995458" /></a> <strong>As crianças começaram por fazer jogos com objectos que, depois de elas fecharem os olhos eram trocados de lugar ou retirados, pela formadora, sendo os alunos convidados a "adivinhar" o que se passou...</strong><br /><strong>Imitaram modos de andar: andar como…um pássaro, um militar, um velhinho, um bebé, pular um charco, arrastar um peso, empurrar um objecto...<br />Seguiu-se o jogo de aumentar palavras: “Tenho um amigo que..."; de seguida a criança repete o mesmo e acrescenta uma palavra; a criança seguinte repete tudo e acrescenta uma palavra...</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrvC2o-fV8SlZU7qAyTx9cV8m2828CtJkhboTUeKGCW1anVTLlcUqFvz1TV93LJ6wYq1FPTwe7cauGkQqP0Lu_99VdrIxSfjCT8ca2-TeVyv5Am_79sTbRu8AMkqtL3ootozLU6FjOCkh/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXrvC2o-fV8SlZU7qAyTx9cV8m2828CtJkhboTUeKGCW1anVTLlcUqFvz1TV93LJ6wYq1FPTwe7cauGkQqP0Lu_99VdrIxSfjCT8ca2-TeVyv5Am_79sTbRu8AMkqtL3ootozLU6FjOCkh/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352847616283895282" /></a> <strong>Depois dos jogos a formadora leu a história.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODOHnag96L-DwEc3nx2NmRsFLQTVfa_GAkWaUDahXH-gDwaDSZ3_9iXYjpAD1K-ts3wIBP1DnXPRjJ6gQ1G2oBQq5ibEE_hSyp7vKK9TNRJ8F5PlFVv_snXDbTYufOBZVB3mqvktA4isS/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjODOHnag96L-DwEc3nx2NmRsFLQTVfa_GAkWaUDahXH-gDwaDSZ3_9iXYjpAD1K-ts3wIBP1DnXPRjJ6gQ1G2oBQq5ibEE_hSyp7vKK9TNRJ8F5PlFVv_snXDbTYufOBZVB3mqvktA4isS/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352849201446963122" /></a> <em>O livro tinha muitas surpresas. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68OrXP-0MaewdjscO5QCvHBmqedC2voG2DL3g5d1xzcfUEvWrSZplLcTawoLa-H76_FT9sT2nr_oQvP4hA3271m9DFLL9egUhkKn0Kz89jX-pYJYkR6k404YnjEaCB5c2gunmrFrhWD1V/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68OrXP-0MaewdjscO5QCvHBmqedC2voG2DL3g5d1xzcfUEvWrSZplLcTawoLa-H76_FT9sT2nr_oQvP4hA3271m9DFLL9egUhkKn0Kz89jX-pYJYkR6k404YnjEaCB5c2gunmrFrhWD1V/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352849777276216578" /></a> <em>No fim os meninos da história davam todos as mãos. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZXFIIhFqMk5AWJcJHD_eUgyMomLIwD4vokACVGXzBBEfC82QwF_2KFhnlB-Y8QezWn6jm0PUT_Zz6slNXAlD7_tcCTPlG2CnUGXbNa5E1jnFLyXPKRwsfgNQBZfInxtP7PFIa5w_Jjiu/s1600-h/PARTILHAR.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxZXFIIhFqMk5AWJcJHD_eUgyMomLIwD4vokACVGXzBBEfC82QwF_2KFhnlB-Y8QezWn6jm0PUT_Zz6slNXAlD7_tcCTPlG2CnUGXbNa5E1jnFLyXPKRwsfgNQBZfInxtP7PFIa5w_Jjiu/s400/PARTILHAR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352850495858538546" /></a> <strong>TITULO: Partilhar/ como nasce a amizade<br />AUTOR: Fran Shaw<br />ILUSTRADOR: Miki Sakamoto<br />EDITOR: Porto Editora </strong><br /><br /><strong>Terminada a leitura, partilhada com os alunos, a formadora dialogou com eles sobre o que é partilhar, ouvindo as suas opiniões:</strong><br /><br /><em>É dar brinquedos. (A.)<br />É emprestar as coisas. (S.)</em>. <br /><br /><strong>Seguiu-se mais um jogo, desta vez de “partilha”: “Ofereço-te...(algo imaginário) e cada um oferece ao colega seguinte.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-EVkd1XGK61kv2kd_Hgugs4czZFUOwTiUVUSbbJsOEt0JRrveyf4tiSTCuYzqGC8udsy_IwJu7I2HieAVCgpJlGekVVr37V03nhqCKyCL7jCFOwNbwgCnT72YumxlE1Rn9ZhbkWMxhUJ/s1600-h/HPIM9357.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit-EVkd1XGK61kv2kd_Hgugs4czZFUOwTiUVUSbbJsOEt0JRrveyf4tiSTCuYzqGC8udsy_IwJu7I2HieAVCgpJlGekVVr37V03nhqCKyCL7jCFOwNbwgCnT72YumxlE1Rn9ZhbkWMxhUJ/s400/HPIM9357.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352852293802489954" /></a> <strong>Por fim a formadora ofereceu um presente às crianças.</strong><br />___________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-8306984655715030062009-06-28T00:41:00.000-07:002009-07-16T10:08:18.059-07:00Chegámos ao fim de mais um projecto!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnl0me-tyc7lPGg5GiFP0EdFDAqOE-e_kRXpb1BY3Sw_GGCYRUBD-d_X0kMRV1fWnF3sK0D8HlKWp1AnTBt3eSpkSw_MbCD6m1_3eerFgIKK21PFwceinM5sx_DtKrLotxlIBa5qTOCUv/s1600-h/cartaz+pao+blog.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdnl0me-tyc7lPGg5GiFP0EdFDAqOE-e_kRXpb1BY3Sw_GGCYRUBD-d_X0kMRV1fWnF3sK0D8HlKWp1AnTBt3eSpkSw_MbCD6m1_3eerFgIKK21PFwceinM5sx_DtKrLotxlIBa5qTOCUv/s400/cartaz+pao+blog.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359104762078705986" /></a> <strong>O nosso projecto "Da semente ao pão" chegou ao fim...<br /><br />VALEU A PENA seguir este percurso, que nos acompanhou de Outubro de 2008 a Junho de 2009!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9Ltedhat-q8PE6W7Tqk8w5-LZMg8aIz_w-_bDncWCCQGcGHnFHOUiklDhyphenhyphen4GrEzK7LA1_FTYiZa3sccPgMdS4SCzK9KKDjTueNU4g5Yt_YfHBuOPPYujvtZyRoqy30lBE8tprIBbs0Q/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE9Ltedhat-q8PE6W7Tqk8w5-LZMg8aIz_w-_bDncWCCQGcGHnFHOUiklDhyphenhyphen4GrEzK7LA1_FTYiZa3sccPgMdS4SCzK9KKDjTueNU4g5Yt_YfHBuOPPYujvtZyRoqy30lBE8tprIBbs0Q/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352281772908687474" /></a> <em>O Sr. Narciso ceifou o nosso centeio. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9W0_WUPE0kGXAN2zUWCzFvW8tfPJ7omrr2h9wiYND1S4Nz9qKpxYEIjk9bLP1DL44f_erlcObMNf8ZO8EYsABN5vYD3KyCZRaB2YRUStMlJAUxkRzBRJUofHlMNcs42H1DO11bPkMq7s/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9W0_WUPE0kGXAN2zUWCzFvW8tfPJ7omrr2h9wiYND1S4Nz9qKpxYEIjk9bLP1DL44f_erlcObMNf8ZO8EYsABN5vYD3KyCZRaB2YRUStMlJAUxkRzBRJUofHlMNcs42H1DO11bPkMq7s/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282181231629970" /></a> <em>Ajudámos a juntar as espigas. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsbVn-zrEBs9goNlFfEwrvcjaE2SbsOf5jwoVderoA3T2l4fUQzN2QAq8Ni7KMBbvPBo9DPVveZz1iLN_r6OLOprADdNlKpjOW2UPxZqJqo8xdkD8rnewACLUJ8dfSejk3rzbfYyFuCg/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsbVn-zrEBs9goNlFfEwrvcjaE2SbsOf5jwoVderoA3T2l4fUQzN2QAq8Ni7KMBbvPBo9DPVveZz1iLN_r6OLOprADdNlKpjOW2UPxZqJqo8xdkD8rnewACLUJ8dfSejk3rzbfYyFuCg/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352282608490071298" /></a> <em>O Sr. Narciso atou as espigas. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZVDQQs4Z2iroz8uOvlXbteJm7_swyBaDJPpivQGFTyqpWDz6N2e_hD06VaKzX_DG79M-MXbcm7wWaLx-ZHFH5KKkdDzY31wg5kJvurSoAukJzwld-J8by0qrdG123mYO2m-sZyckgeM/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZVDQQs4Z2iroz8uOvlXbteJm7_swyBaDJPpivQGFTyqpWDz6N2e_hD06VaKzX_DG79M-MXbcm7wWaLx-ZHFH5KKkdDzY31wg5kJvurSoAukJzwld-J8by0qrdG123mYO2m-sZyckgeM/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352283326070952930" /></a> <strong>Espalhámos as espigas em cima de uma lona...</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWFuDY8-w1-ljIlhHssYjRVLhKhqyNhVluujfHG9i9gukxx6YhLXa_ce1Wu91X2xasqfm6mpLIcup577tnltzfIM0YcTBEVYM-yWZofAfT9lCi5xXb8wXl0tPvoPGSZR_QXH-08UPL7g/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaWFuDY8-w1-ljIlhHssYjRVLhKhqyNhVluujfHG9i9gukxx6YhLXa_ce1Wu91X2xasqfm6mpLIcup577tnltzfIM0YcTBEVYM-yWZofAfT9lCi5xXb8wXl0tPvoPGSZR_QXH-08UPL7g/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352283850139960434" /></a> <em>E malhámos um bocadinho com os malhos pequeninos que o Sr. Narciso nos fez. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBpBTfG-Qkm7SavVSI6fhXa27zyZsKcc2D8T6zEpqiyGXLEkdWRUr411gzkKRlCGJpqGnIjkEkV0C6Rhn0M3jtBS1yoVuPbQXHsH8raKGXvaRT1nkc6xk35WYsLllKeUT4YvI0pH16LbJ/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitBpBTfG-Qkm7SavVSI6fhXa27zyZsKcc2D8T6zEpqiyGXLEkdWRUr411gzkKRlCGJpqGnIjkEkV0C6Rhn0M3jtBS1yoVuPbQXHsH8raKGXvaRT1nkc6xk35WYsLllKeUT4YvI0pH16LbJ/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352284530761730018" /></a> <em>Mas quem malhou as espigas a sério foram o Sr. Gilberto e o Sr. Narciso. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yZn4vY1fsKOewcQk54oq0Vjjavnni3873-AmwVxTMoBruLb9o99mx8fFF_7BbwvALUnz3gnFZCJ7Ju2KgmWKCrGCY9xynFCMjG3jelh7JgIb57VVb_0lB3_jOLEeIBhZzwy1fP77Uf5J/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yZn4vY1fsKOewcQk54oq0Vjjavnni3873-AmwVxTMoBruLb9o99mx8fFF_7BbwvALUnz3gnFZCJ7Ju2KgmWKCrGCY9xynFCMjG3jelh7JgIb57VVb_0lB3_jOLEeIBhZzwy1fP77Uf5J/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285350537794162" /></a> <strong>Tantos grãos de centeio!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXIPpGabZqbl8ZOTDSeD7GJgdw-Dtf-SrECHGJh9UhhOIpndK58cqa1VNI8s2lkretveTpjpC3N32lLj_7EF-rnb_2ZQ_p5Z-pNGbCgDAsKXoP8c3blwyu4EGvpwJmxlVyDqZLoXyMyk2/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXIPpGabZqbl8ZOTDSeD7GJgdw-Dtf-SrECHGJh9UhhOIpndK58cqa1VNI8s2lkretveTpjpC3N32lLj_7EF-rnb_2ZQ_p5Z-pNGbCgDAsKXoP8c3blwyu4EGvpwJmxlVyDqZLoXyMyk2/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352285830874572946" /></a> <em>Com muito cuidado varri as palhas maiores com um vassouro de mata-pulga. Tem que se varrer por cima dos grãos e não se podem varrer os grãos, só a palha! (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwEEpr9pEyE7cUbHE-msMMUbBBsn-McLGhRDGq41HKJz6XoZ6Z3nOTaY81YBWmOGCNdnoAMgRRlBLLRsHrhEZxCZDZZWZsQUMaXdE0g0BK2lwAYXC5vVkyyT_DnUcSSwyeqdfegBWmhvf/s1600-h/9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOwEEpr9pEyE7cUbHE-msMMUbBBsn-McLGhRDGq41HKJz6XoZ6Z3nOTaY81YBWmOGCNdnoAMgRRlBLLRsHrhEZxCZDZZWZsQUMaXdE0g0BK2lwAYXC5vVkyyT_DnUcSSwyeqdfegBWmhvf/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352286731977497186" /></a> <em>Deitámos os grãos no crivo. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYbfYGlVnwSCC1w0aIlGNjz_zVAPUqhPO-Mp3IlCXXNJ_Cl2AB4UkY2xxaiVvSdtoJVv6Od6QYoZpJB2mwRdhDkkEqD4YZXIZ7fagXdKix3iNc_rem7rqFQxCzIqVseUfr3KZBbZGxyeJ/s1600-h/10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYbfYGlVnwSCC1w0aIlGNjz_zVAPUqhPO-Mp3IlCXXNJ_Cl2AB4UkY2xxaiVvSdtoJVv6Od6QYoZpJB2mwRdhDkkEqD4YZXIZ7fagXdKix3iNc_rem7rqFQxCzIqVseUfr3KZBbZGxyeJ/s400/10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352287391260277890" /></a> <em>Crivámos para saírem as palhas pequeninas. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdU5H-ZLaIdazNEX8eN7XSCnT6oWSGDVcTYWC5obnBazEd5L39YeWCb-OyGnAqhg-hkLxoE5OHMuoj0yiv8zv7f-FbBEodUW12tGlRLxRjhzPrPG3AXRsiYdHXV7-0iy4IA-GKwR8opVt/s1600-h/11.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjdU5H-ZLaIdazNEX8eN7XSCnT6oWSGDVcTYWC5obnBazEd5L39YeWCb-OyGnAqhg-hkLxoE5OHMuoj0yiv8zv7f-FbBEodUW12tGlRLxRjhzPrPG3AXRsiYdHXV7-0iy4IA-GKwR8opVt/s400/11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352288087996573730" /></a> <em>Os grãos de centeio já estão limpos. (A.)<br /><br />Estão prontos para irem para o moinho, para serem moidos. Quando são esmagados pelas pedras do moinho eles transformam-se em farinha e a seguir faz-se o pão! (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmznEvcXq6qt979JdxJ8wpLNjQrvv-zSSVGqYC0SC4pWF__qAs9EQghtHRaoVTFJayeMoLOE1f44QQfq00y_1uUduZ2f3rdxA_-o-FIjA1sTYnpcXdU5dvB0wrixqT3Iy8SdZFFknruNa/s1600-h/12.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipmznEvcXq6qt979JdxJ8wpLNjQrvv-zSSVGqYC0SC4pWF__qAs9EQghtHRaoVTFJayeMoLOE1f44QQfq00y_1uUduZ2f3rdxA_-o-FIjA1sTYnpcXdU5dvB0wrixqT3Iy8SdZFFknruNa/s400/12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352289358954113346" /></a> <em>Agora temos aqui o restolho, que são as raízes secas do centeio. (A.)<br /><br />O Sr. Telmo vai cavar este terreno e enterrar o restolho. O solo vai ficar adubado e no próximo ano podemos semear outra coisa porque o solo vai ficar muito bom. (S.)</em><br /><em>O Sr. Narciso levou a palha para casa porque serve para fazer "a cama" aos animais. (A.)<br />Eu acho que vai ser para fazer os ninhos das galinhas. (S.)</em><br /><br /><br /><strong>AGRADECIMENTO:<br />Agradeço reconhecidamente ao Sr. Narciso Lopes pela ajuda preciosa, ao longo do ano lectivo, e que nos permitiu desenvolver com êxito este projecto.<br /><br />Agradeço também ao Sr. Telmo, Jardineiro da Freguesia de Bagueixe, por todo o apoio prestado sempre que o solicitámos, e ao Sr. Gilberto pela ajuda no dia da malha.<br />A Educadora de Infância: Helena Subtil</strong><br />___________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-67318220065140347122009-06-27T10:44:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:42:36.450-07:00«SEMENTES DE LEITURA»<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaZmu5bLq7hlSg07HqS478Zn0ydXtj-Z1_RH8Ze-bwXF-9GSmgsQDUtze124xQ0GIoRsePrE0rEc61FwHHEGedurZG92b-9gYd5mmPlrW-cuYCaex-wtXP_oypAzBpvjDfF4S_82GHCk/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaZmu5bLq7hlSg07HqS478Zn0ydXtj-Z1_RH8Ze-bwXF-9GSmgsQDUtze124xQ0GIoRsePrE0rEc61FwHHEGedurZG92b-9gYd5mmPlrW-cuYCaex-wtXP_oypAzBpvjDfF4S_82GHCk/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352065046167798114" /></a> <strong>A Educadora Lúcia, da Biblioteca do nosso Agrupamento de Escolas, veio ler-nos uma história. Convidámos os nossos amigos que andam no 1º Ciclo EB, que já estão em férias, a partilharem connosco estas "Sementes de leitura". Convidámos também o Sr. Narciso e a D. Ana.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sxEx9AG2avETV6Qzui2fYq8dREuaaWlMG9kCAM8NEQNNM0eDM_ECyp-0JwlcDlMO1CQNpiknvHdghaNCywf2A5mN_aWVwdj3BCK06C5ImFwTiVzPXoTa3zB7nGxt0PVC8t-f9pOYMDM/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4sxEx9AG2avETV6Qzui2fYq8dREuaaWlMG9kCAM8NEQNNM0eDM_ECyp-0JwlcDlMO1CQNpiknvHdghaNCywf2A5mN_aWVwdj3BCK06C5ImFwTiVzPXoTa3zB7nGxt0PVC8t-f9pOYMDM/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352066097363388626" /></a> <strong>TITULO: A verdadeira história do Capuchinho Vermelho<br />AUTOR: Agnese Baruzzi<br />ILUSTRADOR: Sandro Natalini<br />EDITOR: Ambar</strong><br /><br /><em>Era uma história gira. (A.)<br /><br />O lobo mau pediu à Capuchinho Vermelho para ela o ajudar a ser bom. Ela ensinou-o e depois ele não podia comer carne, só saladas e muitos legumes. E ele ficou bonzinho, mas ficou muito mais importante que a Capuchinho e depois ela ficou com inveja e deu-lhe carne para ele comer e ficar outra vez mau. Ela é que foi má porque foi invejosa. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kqQcr2MU3L-0leX9NUw6QxC_R5Jsy97yJ_fb5yPeZ3N3nW-LGRo4h5SVLgbSdtm1lcYAOneqMVnwCXL98x6y_73Z1NUFXINtPZwfMTAmIC_uIfBHVt0GUZwVZU3UN601Cld7qwkfrP8/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kqQcr2MU3L-0leX9NUw6QxC_R5Jsy97yJ_fb5yPeZ3N3nW-LGRo4h5SVLgbSdtm1lcYAOneqMVnwCXL98x6y_73Z1NUFXINtPZwfMTAmIC_uIfBHVt0GUZwVZU3UN601Cld7qwkfrP8/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352068102859652274" /></a> <em>O Sr. Narciso trouxe um cegonho pequenino que ele fez e ensinou-nos como se rega com um cegonho. (A.)</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_98DDFAXL431WfGlmM_ThCUplZ2HZ2ABDa_c5Dfs85oiihsk967PheD0AS6PZQQ4ZaWV0H5nJiWQ5NZMJhHxsjR8phHt1DlFI55UfvfpHzhSCfumLtq0LmfvLTPC6Vyprcs8Yhuymys/s1600-h/CEGONHO.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia_98DDFAXL431WfGlmM_ThCUplZ2HZ2ABDa_c5Dfs85oiihsk967PheD0AS6PZQQ4ZaWV0H5nJiWQ5NZMJhHxsjR8phHt1DlFI55UfvfpHzhSCfumLtq0LmfvLTPC6Vyprcs8Yhuymys/s400/CEGONHO.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352280040570441250" /></a>_____________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-40782512868745136352009-06-27T10:18:00.000-07:002009-06-28T08:45:14.548-07:00DIA VERDE ECO-ESCOLAS<strong>Tivémos um «Dia Verde» fantástico, na companhia dos nossos amigos e colegas do Jardim de Infância de Morais e das animadoras da Ecoteca de Macedo de Cavaleiros.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxk5Mad2VQUE9mBrKguQIEHtN158MWYwJfo5Dx0wNv6oOUc6Ib4lOKZE1X9J5ag33gfpmDJOGtJBfTsmLn7nd_ZIGSNUkOUd9rAxmaVcaCzGCreji-V0c-nSJG2DU255j5Eon4cTlPjk/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxk5Mad2VQUE9mBrKguQIEHtN158MWYwJfo5Dx0wNv6oOUc6Ib4lOKZE1X9J5ag33gfpmDJOGtJBfTsmLn7nd_ZIGSNUkOUd9rAxmaVcaCzGCreji-V0c-nSJG2DU255j5Eon4cTlPjk/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352059243325301730" /></a> <strong>Estivemos no Parque Natureza Azibo!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBwV3_eiUwEC_K3V4ryd0qvb6e0DtLyCpVrXov1YtQgiYA8otDzbjvxScbPWPB0KdKgZJ2cWoUaTGLQZ-cJ1WS-E1nmKw9-fRdQX8TRdhwtMJlcvw1ceQnSQdkUFYLccW0OA7vEsXpP8/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBwV3_eiUwEC_K3V4ryd0qvb6e0DtLyCpVrXov1YtQgiYA8otDzbjvxScbPWPB0KdKgZJ2cWoUaTGLQZ-cJ1WS-E1nmKw9-fRdQX8TRdhwtMJlcvw1ceQnSQdkUFYLccW0OA7vEsXpP8/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352059931365000226" /></a> <em>Lanchámos na relva e depois a professora Eugénia mostrou-nos plantas do Azibo. (B.)</em><br /><br /><em>Também nos mostrou fotografias de alguns animais que há lá e que só se vêem de noite. Há lontras e texugos. Também há esquilos, e há muitos pássaros. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9p-V31dmtxtMktMBLirfxwaATf39yT3l7-ad25bCcZvol5kswSEPFzqNlR8FfwUNlOuApFT6XK2BiKNVNE6eqkPTkWy_EZqa2Jkb53JRmazq89M8rKcvo45kaOV_YovSrCTOnkytM2bw/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9p-V31dmtxtMktMBLirfxwaATf39yT3l7-ad25bCcZvol5kswSEPFzqNlR8FfwUNlOuApFT6XK2BiKNVNE6eqkPTkWy_EZqa2Jkb53JRmazq89M8rKcvo45kaOV_YovSrCTOnkytM2bw/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352061048099584114" /></a> <em>Depois fomos observar os pássaros com o telescópio. (B.)<br /><br />A professora Eugénia disse que são aves. (S.)<br />Eu vi cegonhas e uma galinha de água. (B.)<br />Eu também vi. E vi o mergulhão com os filhinhos a nadar em fila.Também vi um milhafre a voar. (S.) </em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisesyPk8d-tP05_waKDFfaGwNu7SnHytlR2cU_vzE_Zi_kfRQjgMlAm26EqZ2QdER9J0RMW_PyW8d4n1_GP5bZgIlKRHm0G9VQNUDLeQc1kXs1JPqnavCmPcCi0YHGKB7i0ABWPDBfRo0/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisesyPk8d-tP05_waKDFfaGwNu7SnHytlR2cU_vzE_Zi_kfRQjgMlAm26EqZ2QdER9J0RMW_PyW8d4n1_GP5bZgIlKRHm0G9VQNUDLeQc1kXs1JPqnavCmPcCi0YHGKB7i0ABWPDBfRo0/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352062424849741442" /></a> <em>A galinha de água andava sozinha. É preta e parece um pato. Os mergulhões também são parecidos com patos. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxMpJc2kanY69zQxJe_9SJaV4VSESIAcxBzPkxd7nHumghl5TUJOAF5V1EAMh2SN3SUOwyfnc8Gr-b2rL_abOlwsInfUEesPyrnHnitq0ZDo-Tcr57UNhqapeNKKpTVRZKWOqVo4oJ3c/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxMpJc2kanY69zQxJe_9SJaV4VSESIAcxBzPkxd7nHumghl5TUJOAF5V1EAMh2SN3SUOwyfnc8Gr-b2rL_abOlwsInfUEesPyrnHnitq0ZDo-Tcr57UNhqapeNKKpTVRZKWOqVo4oJ3c/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352063349524280194" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayKut4BITPnGF1-_mfI8RARZCAFD9s2VI09oBkTwt2lQr4njYaCSLXWAxqtKTQFqik8wV_9-ZoAS8NxVHpd8rEVmB0siL81Lok5PmGA-QcrY9PCCRTtdbnucDb18AHrw_gYXAMxsa1HQ/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 115px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiayKut4BITPnGF1-_mfI8RARZCAFD9s2VI09oBkTwt2lQr4njYaCSLXWAxqtKTQFqik8wV_9-ZoAS8NxVHpd8rEVmB0siL81Lok5PmGA-QcrY9PCCRTtdbnucDb18AHrw_gYXAMxsa1HQ/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352063536295828946" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjNNcppCB66KVYwdnOHZ9G0wsXX_F5Hl6g87gfWL5ClDT1leR-bPe34heLoDuXxzDTKXCj1pgZteUygG0acqt_c5YpGMhr8W0BS95X3wMkZkAUjVX0gEPea0EbO2rtoUn4XV5M05WVVs/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 119px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjNNcppCB66KVYwdnOHZ9G0wsXX_F5Hl6g87gfWL5ClDT1leR-bPe34heLoDuXxzDTKXCj1pgZteUygG0acqt_c5YpGMhr8W0BS95X3wMkZkAUjVX0gEPea0EbO2rtoUn4XV5M05WVVs/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352063826057602178" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9W5miq7WrJg40fZWogyQcOTBsnCqPwzL5lCJ9lOhCAtIogWRF9Gy9dZ3KrxTAtj0JQ7TQfwX1GxS3JvNmsRUbqNhX06azTCJTYtoLL3EigwUL3FXexNktR8o9bRgB73xq20i3NdPGrE/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN9W5miq7WrJg40fZWogyQcOTBsnCqPwzL5lCJ9lOhCAtIogWRF9Gy9dZ3KrxTAtj0JQ7TQfwX1GxS3JvNmsRUbqNhX06azTCJTYtoLL3EigwUL3FXexNktR8o9bRgB73xq20i3NdPGrE/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352064058917185106" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsbPN7A81YfNJWXZYy5ug1uIYrXGzDoNMvnJOFelGOX93mrm2zlb6OQTBYKMdLXUoYrHhztQp5lxZNyd8zhHCFvM2WsTHrFUNo4lcT4bpR5YHZ4bwqG5iDvxKY5FD-g-E2T_KljHSSgE/s1600-h/HPIM9330.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSsbPN7A81YfNJWXZYy5ug1uIYrXGzDoNMvnJOFelGOX93mrm2zlb6OQTBYKMdLXUoYrHhztQp5lxZNyd8zhHCFvM2WsTHrFUNo4lcT4bpR5YHZ4bwqG5iDvxKY5FD-g-E2T_KljHSSgE/s400/HPIM9330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352064257004251122" /></a><br />____________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-29389823730123972512009-06-27T10:06:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:55:34.083-07:00a LER+ «Nas soleiras das portas»<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvc_X9-d4soRnX2nwVZ3V1iwwMDeWzexid4wtyTNa-XBd3tRKgRVB0BxN1iH17-TVKxBzDDHzQqc53kVuNjA0m8mfHEkli56uNsumfq9SCz1S1rsrthCrBVmjYpi6y0oPWFDA7N43FWI/s1600-h/HPIM9197.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyvc_X9-d4soRnX2nwVZ3V1iwwMDeWzexid4wtyTNa-XBd3tRKgRVB0BxN1iH17-TVKxBzDDHzQqc53kVuNjA0m8mfHEkli56uNsumfq9SCz1S1rsrthCrBVmjYpi6y0oPWFDA7N43FWI/s400/HPIM9197.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352055499042282402" /></a> <strong>TÍTULO: Adivinha quanto eu gosto de ti no Verão<br />AUTOR: Sam McBratney<br />ILUSTRADOR: Anita Jeram<br />EDITOR: Caminho</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9PXAKHAWKavsNXKvzC31aDgfuSwir18qCfSsBa0up7EDsEzHi4Pr7sCfeyXEvnp98EIWfgqfhUwlchJIvkTVU2WYoHTjqDmREolnRgsVzyULx6qOMfnuduvx9QNk6qcvccUK16Lqk49E/s1600-h/HPIM9192.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 179px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9PXAKHAWKavsNXKvzC31aDgfuSwir18qCfSsBa0up7EDsEzHi4Pr7sCfeyXEvnp98EIWfgqfhUwlchJIvkTVU2WYoHTjqDmREolnRgsVzyULx6qOMfnuduvx9QNk6qcvccUK16Lqk49E/s400/HPIM9192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352055937534784626" /></a> <em>Fomos a casa da D. Céu ler esta história. (A.)<br />A D. Céu ficou contente e emprestámos-lhe o livro para ela ler.(B.)<br />É uma história quentinha como o Verão. (S.)</em><br /><br /><em>PARA NÓS O VERÃO É:<br />Amarelo como o limão<br />e a areia da praia.<br />Verde como as folhas das árvores<br />e as ameixas.<br />Azul como o céu<br />e a água do mar.<br />Vermelho como as cerejas<br />e os morangos.<br />Castanho como a terra<br />e os troncos das árvores.</em><br />_________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-72720686650163772082009-06-21T12:29:00.000-07:002009-06-21T12:58:19.372-07:00FESTA DE FINALISTAS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDlAXqlxI2rPM47S8BEP6k0KvaBvb-bqaIM5Fjk-tDsuSJepL4hMGJvcyGr3OEjJe-8v9dpz6gqGTH5B88lfLEUUd55gs-ZL6NWNbaqPHXbV-ZXv1dQcpgCIzS5kW8TMnmmiDIqS8p9M/s1600-h/HPIM9150.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 139px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDlAXqlxI2rPM47S8BEP6k0KvaBvb-bqaIM5Fjk-tDsuSJepL4hMGJvcyGr3OEjJe-8v9dpz6gqGTH5B88lfLEUUd55gs-ZL6NWNbaqPHXbV-ZXv1dQcpgCIzS5kW8TMnmmiDIqS8p9M/s400/HPIM9150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349870587876448050" /></a> <strong>A «Dança do Joka»</strong><br /><br /><strong>Participámos na "Festa de Finalistas" do Pólo Escolar de Morais. A festa foi na aldeia de Lagoa e, acreditem, divertimo-nos muito!</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>"DA SEMENTE AO PÃO"</strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2X-Mmi_I6iYYu3rW65CZHXV5UgytlUVrONFq4i0rlybxAlXvq7e9VZulSeTQo1NBoekYa57Mvx9-GfAabC1FcxWvy_eq0Me3A8RU5h50QAlbt7QYniDtMM5c13ln6Ou8dmDzN23P3y8/s1600-h/HPIM9119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv2X-Mmi_I6iYYu3rW65CZHXV5UgytlUVrONFq4i0rlybxAlXvq7e9VZulSeTQo1NBoekYa57Mvx9-GfAabC1FcxWvy_eq0Me3A8RU5h50QAlbt7QYniDtMM5c13ln6Ou8dmDzN23P3y8/s400/HPIM9119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349865736369545122" /></a> <strong>O semeador.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuv7SUfiG6NfmGH8hhRxYtGPiRIiUMO2nPBrWq2gBCTI1PU4W11Vu0bNfng8yMUSwl8YyjRBYAPC-edqlBnRdhE3jcVD4njT3lhzy1SYFhQp3bg2DhVPtEWW9CUFewx-CdS-4lqH7As_U/s1600-h/HPIM9122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuv7SUfiG6NfmGH8hhRxYtGPiRIiUMO2nPBrWq2gBCTI1PU4W11Vu0bNfng8yMUSwl8YyjRBYAPC-edqlBnRdhE3jcVD4njT3lhzy1SYFhQp3bg2DhVPtEWW9CUFewx-CdS-4lqH7As_U/s400/HPIM9122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349866615376936834" /></a> <strong>A semente a crescer.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWPaHPzB2_sj1PlULxfE2nhzduiq0lWzUomQjjzjynKrL6mhQtypCn2U3cz8gV_jlK7k32HV4ozzza5_R1NVnsLYP09_iLruDPoYMTvdDn3UshbWqkdLDc3z956oAmzGu1eebcjiVEEw/s1600-h/HPIM9124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHWPaHPzB2_sj1PlULxfE2nhzduiq0lWzUomQjjzjynKrL6mhQtypCn2U3cz8gV_jlK7k32HV4ozzza5_R1NVnsLYP09_iLruDPoYMTvdDn3UshbWqkdLDc3z956oAmzGu1eebcjiVEEw/s400/HPIM9124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349867012423042882" /></a> <strong>O ceifeiro.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ZFDD1Uw3-V_AKUyQMkQeJIDSX40j9ZUIODxfLJYtJ3_37MOAeiWc6FltFxDS9vwgnCT1FYf2g0jQi2F9nUUdq7t-UswWkeHdAV2zG3b0XQ_SQlLwBRWH66IXGFofgcOqAZWgk1JVWPE/s1600-h/HPIM9126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7ZFDD1Uw3-V_AKUyQMkQeJIDSX40j9ZUIODxfLJYtJ3_37MOAeiWc6FltFxDS9vwgnCT1FYf2g0jQi2F9nUUdq7t-UswWkeHdAV2zG3b0XQ_SQlLwBRWH66IXGFofgcOqAZWgk1JVWPE/s400/HPIM9126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349867482991315234" /></a> <strong>Malhar as espigas.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfDDXcL4jhv65ZUi9VeXlv_NIl0HD8a3KRtUaS9X0n0rGevNVT7g1BcQM9pTQyQdFMk1FyIhazLO96uTg7wg4J0vBF7v1l71lfPazZPAV_pMmgklKcALOLiZTg-ib1BImVHFouHGq16w/s1600-h/HPIM9128.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfDDXcL4jhv65ZUi9VeXlv_NIl0HD8a3KRtUaS9X0n0rGevNVT7g1BcQM9pTQyQdFMk1FyIhazLO96uTg7wg4J0vBF7v1l71lfPazZPAV_pMmgklKcALOLiZTg-ib1BImVHFouHGq16w/s400/HPIM9128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349867901519855282" /></a> <strong>O moleiro.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Pique, pique,<br />eu piquei,<br />grão de milho<br />eu achei.<br />Fui levá-lo<br />ao moinho.<br />O moinho<br />não moeu,<br />foram lá<br />os ladrões<br />e roubaram-me<br />os calções!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2YJsmmjZ5oXc3FiFCsseNO0B8fyf-68KyDO0hZcjqYlwXEtNHw32RhauY3HtFE16IBeeQluxFKCmGUdzX6G9zMezImyOnQAyucJhBDsoOmsmPDp4lYpJq7ZzGhAj3YpLEOdqcglPQFk/s1600-h/HPIM9135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI2YJsmmjZ5oXc3FiFCsseNO0B8fyf-68KyDO0hZcjqYlwXEtNHw32RhauY3HtFE16IBeeQluxFKCmGUdzX6G9zMezImyOnQAyucJhBDsoOmsmPDp4lYpJq7ZzGhAj3YpLEOdqcglPQFk/s400/HPIM9135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349868921900696178" /></a> <strong>Peneirar a farinha.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihckNxKQ1lit9KZgeTcKuLddapPQowbP0zZCvISiC7LuU2hFu53scy9yUbv_plbg_3qcrJ-qDjb7UKZScm56rcpUeAUwzNRMSn1xjhoAYKnaa3lUVx_ett4WasAyAfGZ4XaTVaEYECHGc/s1600-h/HPIM9137.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihckNxKQ1lit9KZgeTcKuLddapPQowbP0zZCvISiC7LuU2hFu53scy9yUbv_plbg_3qcrJ-qDjb7UKZScm56rcpUeAUwzNRMSn1xjhoAYKnaa3lUVx_ett4WasAyAfGZ4XaTVaEYECHGc/s400/HPIM9137.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349869349926855746" /></a> <strong>Amassar o pão.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Assim se amassa,<br />assim se peneira,<br />assim se dá volta<br />ao pão na masseira.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkuwwMs82aCDfommSslIhi-IjK0e3GpLUhx051QlF4ucfznV-KCCUpSGro3v4ua231DuUa5c1Unlib6wDGIyAciKvjt_T9tOKRKKm9ZtBUc5ETD1aqZC0vt8q2it8IFPAWNiHtfxQMFY/s1600-h/HPIM9138.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 175px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkuwwMs82aCDfommSslIhi-IjK0e3GpLUhx051QlF4ucfznV-KCCUpSGro3v4ua231DuUa5c1Unlib6wDGIyAciKvjt_T9tOKRKKm9ZtBUc5ETD1aqZC0vt8q2it8IFPAWNiHtfxQMFY/s400/HPIM9138.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349869987973050530" /></a> <strong>...e o pão ficou pronto a sair do forno!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgsjl7xP9lxV-Zuf_iY6QWtNfxtG2jOmQ8RPvlVeicbnXD_dEUlHn_vu1HIeuvU610tnw6doXlfdOQqtWDq06QDwuEcUTkrUFgfctFHjtIADY2qLHIu_tA6cXIhs3TS8vRLAFN1eUdm8/s1600-h/HPIM9186.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgsjl7xP9lxV-Zuf_iY6QWtNfxtG2jOmQ8RPvlVeicbnXD_dEUlHn_vu1HIeuvU610tnw6doXlfdOQqtWDq06QDwuEcUTkrUFgfctFHjtIADY2qLHIu_tA6cXIhs3TS8vRLAFN1eUdm8/s400/HPIM9186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349871686488141634" /></a><br /><strong>A nossa querida finalista, Sofia, a quem desejamos as MAIORES FELICIDADES!</strong><br /><br /><br /><strong>Agradecemos à Comunidade de Lagoa a amabilidade e simpatia com que nos receberam.<br />Bem hajam!</strong><br />___________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-91275760714938132062009-06-21T12:02:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:58:42.861-07:00a LER+ «Nas soleiras das portas»<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafO0jKXNOUPk4l9ZnnW0n-Ev4e4u8J1W6xCOCcJAl8E3VhQP4T01UwgrloqKH2c5kN1U0ITcNWHujdvCXMA-0CXIqk3Xoz2w_jjroTcfRTLRcKUWWiN2eBF9Xl2IlbXdutaeGvtzXGV0/s1600-h/HPIM9058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafO0jKXNOUPk4l9ZnnW0n-Ev4e4u8J1W6xCOCcJAl8E3VhQP4T01UwgrloqKH2c5kN1U0ITcNWHujdvCXMA-0CXIqk3Xoz2w_jjroTcfRTLRcKUWWiN2eBF9Xl2IlbXdutaeGvtzXGV0/s400/HPIM9058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349858820937011650" /></a> <em>Fomos a casa da D. Ana ler uma história. (A.)<br /><br />Ela é nossa amiga. Até nos ensinou a amassar o pão de centeio! (S.)</em><br /><em>A professora leu o livro da "Lagartinha comilona. (B.)</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb96kxokN4NAPo0sEuowCvyr2nX6kQLwUuFeoqj0F-Eu-GNQJ066JsbzAc91rWfFHIwBQlZSVx0AYoJ5ckDXIFtMUjJgxGsXpDINPf3y0es2uhzpLDbqzBZa4YqPxk1aAgOvF_XU0LTl8/s1600-h/HPIM9061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb96kxokN4NAPo0sEuowCvyr2nX6kQLwUuFeoqj0F-Eu-GNQJ066JsbzAc91rWfFHIwBQlZSVx0AYoJ5ckDXIFtMUjJgxGsXpDINPf3y0es2uhzpLDbqzBZa4YqPxk1aAgOvF_XU0LTl8/s400/HPIM9061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349859566608929602" /></a> <strong>TÍTULO: A Lagartinha comilona<br />TEXTO: Viktor Christen<br />ILUSTRADOR: Eric Carle<br />EDITOR: Círculo de Leitores</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uYdAY9OuDNAbMNAkKiPlc1SLeZxp5bYq81-CyDrDfAziUd4X-bEx4rFbRV7IStzDCmj4TMX-rwDQzXlXA7Xzs8WeDbCbqPeSRWzwbXP6PkQskRzr_CSFfwnOc-FNHyt_l_N3kxomFHs/s1600-h/HPIM9059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uYdAY9OuDNAbMNAkKiPlc1SLeZxp5bYq81-CyDrDfAziUd4X-bEx4rFbRV7IStzDCmj4TMX-rwDQzXlXA7Xzs8WeDbCbqPeSRWzwbXP6PkQskRzr_CSFfwnOc-FNHyt_l_N3kxomFHs/s400/HPIM9059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349860258500466674" /></a> <em>Oferecemos uma borboleta à D.Ana. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxmiUfc9Oy8AoJW8zwLEWimq72lfIk9_zS5UkxwEgigU7jWV6CnOqXHXbEiQXDu2R7c1sRaEZpsQ2XTSvQdVW_L2bMd2kX0IsnRZdmVPrQoSJGbz1PgyD8Iatr5XTFcBVehFw0BIG6yY/s1600-h/HPIM9100.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 47px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxmiUfc9Oy8AoJW8zwLEWimq72lfIk9_zS5UkxwEgigU7jWV6CnOqXHXbEiQXDu2R7c1sRaEZpsQ2XTSvQdVW_L2bMd2kX0IsnRZdmVPrQoSJGbz1PgyD8Iatr5XTFcBVehFw0BIG6yY/s400/HPIM9100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349860854580447378" /></a> <strong>A nossa lagartinha de círculos.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OnmThqdTF_wQ8DYan4c8QGgRFKLql0BW9wBoGIDoI3RwdEr-yQZ-xFmrqC4FD6BsMNjbkT42m6Hv25kowwlUpuz53_LXp4lpOjnJ4jgN9B9dAGpT4wXTEReNvFVp2novEdX6BAt2uKo/s1600-h/HPIM9097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 103px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9OnmThqdTF_wQ8DYan4c8QGgRFKLql0BW9wBoGIDoI3RwdEr-yQZ-xFmrqC4FD6BsMNjbkT42m6Hv25kowwlUpuz53_LXp4lpOjnJ4jgN9B9dAGpT4wXTEReNvFVp2novEdX6BAt2uKo/s400/HPIM9097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349861535749423874" /></a> <strong>A lagartinha comeu mesmo muito!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOO8lynYuLkJXG9e_d8BzeotsSJhV5tCZs0CQq6p5F9z2RGvwG8kfz7YygUC0wiGpJ2hM0nAbRqS2n31Dy8N8oYeQhaRFrgAxLO5VXTdD9hHIGkAXUQNeQBpALDaHgbliHMIeY5VoSw5c/s1600-h/HPIM9105.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 95px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOO8lynYuLkJXG9e_d8BzeotsSJhV5tCZs0CQq6p5F9z2RGvwG8kfz7YygUC0wiGpJ2hM0nAbRqS2n31Dy8N8oYeQhaRFrgAxLO5VXTdD9hHIGkAXUQNeQBpALDaHgbliHMIeY5VoSw5c/s400/HPIM9105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349862213247315314" /></a> <em>Quando a lagarta ficou com a barriga cheia de comida fez um casulo e ficou lá dentro a transformar-se em borboleta. E depois saiu muito bonita. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-a8-diVOoUm7nIEl9kh76jnPKJwxOXthIZM_gjtNkLBke4zypHETN_38tygMd6izi2LELb6VxY_BVQqLPXkoME73VIWpgigi9aep_JOhVMKDYgs9gGnLpXrzj9V6ecTZs6So6XrdCTB4/s1600-h/HPIM8866.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-a8-diVOoUm7nIEl9kh76jnPKJwxOXthIZM_gjtNkLBke4zypHETN_38tygMd6izi2LELb6VxY_BVQqLPXkoME73VIWpgigi9aep_JOhVMKDYgs9gGnLpXrzj9V6ecTZs6So6XrdCTB4/s400/HPIM8866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349863150756851378" /></a> <em>As nossas lagartas do bichinho da seda também são muito comilonas. (B.)</em><br /><br /><em>Mas só comem folhas de amoreira. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGyIvvNhYvZK-9f8TRXhqKhh5DHM9_herKwJUhFuLpzXgq8d2mgWrR18fCcxZGA3VASuJEu9cFCrEXiowQOeN0VDeqJGKFabskz-PiH4ImjOMzDXTaKSKZKKvRCwaKwreo3JyjaCuobs/s1600-h/HPIM8913.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGyIvvNhYvZK-9f8TRXhqKhh5DHM9_herKwJUhFuLpzXgq8d2mgWrR18fCcxZGA3VASuJEu9cFCrEXiowQOeN0VDeqJGKFabskz-PiH4ImjOMzDXTaKSKZKKvRCwaKwreo3JyjaCuobs/s400/HPIM8913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349863960040890418" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTlVAkuPuqOeJT1jqMgEXtkpTWJ6_rQ0bsXU6iaC8MxXME4FMDHfdNG8cvFhgBDHZfVH9U6woWFclmNP5bpCNfKdi8t7U7mgVAabVqjrnxIZkaLAW3Hr4rL54GRfCmzWHfbcpL94rpsY/s1600-h/HPIM8917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTlVAkuPuqOeJT1jqMgEXtkpTWJ6_rQ0bsXU6iaC8MxXME4FMDHfdNG8cvFhgBDHZfVH9U6woWFclmNP5bpCNfKdi8t7U7mgVAabVqjrnxIZkaLAW3Hr4rL54GRfCmzWHfbcpL94rpsY/s400/HPIM8917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349864162108680690" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlvcp4jDJ5DJNOF1E296OlU8Zwtw11wD2hwWwaJzRRM_BqHGi-R6CHk741wAp3Wq1gM7DDwLiLfMSockhHt32sE0JB50ZIS0YC8FtjC7QYu4f4846MoytBXZWrR2eIA0blSsJ3Crc-_k/s1600-h/HPIM8919.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlvcp4jDJ5DJNOF1E296OlU8Zwtw11wD2hwWwaJzRRM_BqHGi-R6CHk741wAp3Wq1gM7DDwLiLfMSockhHt32sE0JB50ZIS0YC8FtjC7QYu4f4846MoytBXZWrR2eIA0blSsJ3Crc-_k/s400/HPIM8919.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349864370500924674" /></a>____________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-73189135035346098832009-06-16T01:37:00.000-07:002009-06-21T11:35:56.424-07:00EXPERIÊNCIAS COM ÁGUAPartilhamos aqui algumas experiências que fizemos sobre os estados físicos da água e as suas propriedades.<div><embed src="http://www.imageloop.com/swf/looopSlider2.swf" flashvars="id=fc7741c8-e1c6-1d4c-a99f-12313b0078b1&c=01,01,02,01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="325" style="width:400px;height:325px;"/><div lang="en" xml:lang="en" style="width:400px;padding-top:3px;"><a href="http://www.imageloop.com/setuplooop.htm" target="_blank"><img alt="Your pictures and fotos in a slideshow on MySpace, eBay, Facebook or your website!" src="http://st.imageloop.com/_img/bt_myo_new.gif" style="border:none;display:inline"/></a><a href="http://www.imageloop.com/slideshow/fc7741c8-e1c6-1d4c-a99f-12313b0078b1" target="_blank"><img alt="view all pictures of this slideshow" src="http://st.imageloop.com/_img/bt_vap_new.gif" style="border:none;display:inline;vertical-align:top;"/></a></div></div>
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<br />TÍTULO: Água
<br />AUTOR: Penelope Arlon
<br />ILUSTRADOR: Tory Gordon-Harris
<br />EDITOR: Civilização
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmaaDIJlBbKZ3agyTtBQ3W4ZkV6nSKWZiV-bgbrRnkUckqUsven84QqP82hkR53_JaumMhlYM2RQ6vw0bWq2Mp_wOsZUcWtBMmfsHJvoekSBq7TECxFy3GMZWfkmkFMmrVPqyCjXZkD4/s1600-h/livro+esmeralda.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmaaDIJlBbKZ3agyTtBQ3W4ZkV6nSKWZiV-bgbrRnkUckqUsven84QqP82hkR53_JaumMhlYM2RQ6vw0bWq2Mp_wOsZUcWtBMmfsHJvoekSBq7TECxFy3GMZWfkmkFMmrVPqyCjXZkD4/s400/livro+esmeralda.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349850397223136306" /></a> <strong>TÍTULO:Gotinha sabe portar-se bem
<br />AUTORES: Xoán Babarro, Ana María Fernández
<br />ILUSTRADOR: Carla Nazareth
<br />EDITOR: Everest</strong>
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<br />Agradecemos à Educadora Esmeralda Certo por nos ter emprestado este livro.
<br />______________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-21095989657010905072009-06-13T12:25:00.000-07:002009-07-08T10:59:11.218-07:00UM HIGRÓMETRO NATURAL<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKN3kmbXsnLvCcv3urS3RSitjMuqdhyphenhyphen0ogDoJ4wyO8aY_MANpSXjgWY-RiAIY70Ik9SmFKdzDHUsTLM6b9ZGGbk9n265MlOu9ATsCKJRw7If3R_AZTrkTgLXusjQ03BC-4W7YiMrir08/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKN3kmbXsnLvCcv3urS3RSitjMuqdhyphenhyphen0ogDoJ4wyO8aY_MANpSXjgWY-RiAIY70Ik9SmFKdzDHUsTLM6b9ZGGbk9n265MlOu9ATsCKJRw7If3R_AZTrkTgLXusjQ03BC-4W7YiMrir08/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346895897629152098" /></a> <strong>Sabiam que as pinhas nos indicam se o tempo está seco ou húmido?</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCknTP7yckQZ3MqAghSIiz2Ld221lRY0TQN9Ourj8BKLM3nQunPSeVjZ2FBMGtN-AOSrlcGrUCIP4isCdWElJ43JKA2iBScQbZCUKAwNJ7oVFn9rbMAXQ3pnN0i1FuNIBYjxe1v8NXWuc/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCknTP7yckQZ3MqAghSIiz2Ld221lRY0TQN9Ourj8BKLM3nQunPSeVjZ2FBMGtN-AOSrlcGrUCIP4isCdWElJ43JKA2iBScQbZCUKAwNJ7oVFn9rbMAXQ3pnN0i1FuNIBYjxe1v8NXWuc/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346896443566932754" /></a> <strong>Para comprovar, fizemos uma experiência.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZhi-v1hmqebyhBLMixU7BlLoKbYdptKeSFNzJOy67itqmixwfadc78puYC1y67pAY25JhGFq-tp4ll-yFueEm4V5CZ5kkxBhFlcO73Yx-DQk2-GWtx0FIvNckT339lybfSeVvpldsRU/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCZhi-v1hmqebyhBLMixU7BlLoKbYdptKeSFNzJOy67itqmixwfadc78puYC1y67pAY25JhGFq-tp4ll-yFueEm4V5CZ5kkxBhFlcO73Yx-DQk2-GWtx0FIvNckT339lybfSeVvpldsRU/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346896945339495650" /></a> <strong>Fomos registando os dados.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AfsgapM8Cq-Xy5VSWM8pT70WOS7rxMEcQwzX3sYYCe8zZXaSvbihitCnO3r2bCK187l-8yuMyp6QXobH-ux0-j2U0bGcRCsRPJKYQm6q-WAniyW9tcncC24NFwHousJaPVu9w8RXhgs/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7AfsgapM8Cq-Xy5VSWM8pT70WOS7rxMEcQwzX3sYYCe8zZXaSvbihitCnO3r2bCK187l-8yuMyp6QXobH-ux0-j2U0bGcRCsRPJKYQm6q-WAniyW9tcncC24NFwHousJaPVu9w8RXhgs/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346897400153843586" /></a> <strong>Mergulhámos na água as pinhas abertas.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9-tScw-ESsw_e5XelvAp8nMs6zMELBSvPPeGb338ioN0WpOtEYaY8u10Qa6tP4OxysBTr1YbVlFD3fz5TLhG3t_XFgHWmqosFc5W4MNZeOVV6LJZzL-yJ1nuXN2rSu2CyheoabhrLBs/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz9-tScw-ESsw_e5XelvAp8nMs6zMELBSvPPeGb338ioN0WpOtEYaY8u10Qa6tP4OxysBTr1YbVlFD3fz5TLhG3t_XFgHWmqosFc5W4MNZeOVV6LJZzL-yJ1nuXN2rSu2CyheoabhrLBs/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346897964893692370" /></a> <strong>Duas horas depois, verificámos que as pinhas se fecharam.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhE2NwEE3RMw5UVuNRuIkx9N9c3RK5Rkztclny1xdNO8qZxbRCgG4I26WiKHjqRWPpR2GZKQe-vM4CvepGGQqfwTBoxYxX30YOmMSbP3mh0OTV5bESaeiCTKpbC7K_C8uPF5m625TAEI/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOhE2NwEE3RMw5UVuNRuIkx9N9c3RK5Rkztclny1xdNO8qZxbRCgG4I26WiKHjqRWPpR2GZKQe-vM4CvepGGQqfwTBoxYxX30YOmMSbP3mh0OTV5bESaeiCTKpbC7K_C8uPF5m625TAEI/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346898520603004082" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnwQ_-tmlsLk1Q_Bv8kEzdG9A0nCl1aCdtiAThl8ibJYbKBxtKz7GSBDm7Rn_q4C-yYHR6aBnLVyJ2QvTDbYYmC4VNUegZD1xqacx5pSsnzZyxACJU0JaDvXgYeVFiFbMILXd97TRFDo/s1600-h/9.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLnwQ_-tmlsLk1Q_Bv8kEzdG9A0nCl1aCdtiAThl8ibJYbKBxtKz7GSBDm7Rn_q4C-yYHR6aBnLVyJ2QvTDbYYmC4VNUegZD1xqacx5pSsnzZyxACJU0JaDvXgYeVFiFbMILXd97TRFDo/s400/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346898716791783106" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJM8agCITtjzIBMCSC3wWxrGhRCFAXl2DerZZU36CRRfd7MdqmPA3OTJfsrQ5rJn1KJ3TEI7FhmTk1xLykkPjaV-5tn604VpvH_bQ9ew0HdiBuD5V2ed_Wn7-BN8xK8KCCusGMAIRiK4/s1600-h/10.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioJM8agCITtjzIBMCSC3wWxrGhRCFAXl2DerZZU36CRRfd7MdqmPA3OTJfsrQ5rJn1KJ3TEI7FhmTk1xLykkPjaV-5tn604VpvH_bQ9ew0HdiBuD5V2ed_Wn7-BN8xK8KCCusGMAIRiK4/s400/10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346899175221927426" /></a><br />_________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-61627911821685566072009-06-06T10:16:00.001-07:002009-06-06T10:32:32.614-07:00«DIA MUNDIAL DO AMBIENTE»<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZDU1BgLbJN-ZePfd2WrkTFxlA0WwdkDNiRQC2w5_kbG2rX3GBAJ7CpIRHGFN-FHCOmcbMu6DGGW1nsjBKcVLJPQNyoSX7XIRWsbrJKXjaFbruoeWVT89uFCwFI1yrgjOCwbJ0EE6hRA/s1600-h/HPIM8965.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjZDU1BgLbJN-ZePfd2WrkTFxlA0WwdkDNiRQC2w5_kbG2rX3GBAJ7CpIRHGFN-FHCOmcbMu6DGGW1nsjBKcVLJPQNyoSX7XIRWsbrJKXjaFbruoeWVT89uFCwFI1yrgjOCwbJ0EE6hRA/s400/HPIM8965.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344264879915630898" /></a> <strong>No "<em>Dia Mundial do Ambiente</em>", como já vem sendo nossa prática, fizemos mais uma acção de sensibilização, recolhendo lixo nas ruas da aldeia.<br />O nosso lema foi: "<em>A nossa aldeia não é um caixote do lixo</em>".<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-t0DwGr2UpWfWXSPEQwhIAIs2VHdBIXF-sZ_JBs6EARb1V_zDNJIsCSh1upkTy_vE7V396z98U21Xh-QXvU4o2u-wTkK1Sn3WDYqeIPlKmH8LVCWLn0FTzH0bflczdegP6Betkdck0w/s1600-h/HPIM8970.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw-t0DwGr2UpWfWXSPEQwhIAIs2VHdBIXF-sZ_JBs6EARb1V_zDNJIsCSh1upkTy_vE7V396z98U21Xh-QXvU4o2u-wTkK1Sn3WDYqeIPlKmH8LVCWLn0FTzH0bflczdegP6Betkdck0w/s400/HPIM8970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266282066305794" /></a> Este ano a surpresa foi BOA, porque havia poucos resíduos. Significa que a população está a ser cuidadosa. PARABÉNS!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k8qi3xIiNGziBIkYlH1kzq5J17D3ly-GITCuLs7MbMZDDiJ7Gdpy9cUddkPK5VkQBzd8XeZnYCbo7tAkGGvNI0YpmJ1Fe-8yIpGcUJR65EiVjqfYGOEHM19iMLW96FuM1s5pwBzPS2k/s1600-h/HPIM8975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5k8qi3xIiNGziBIkYlH1kzq5J17D3ly-GITCuLs7MbMZDDiJ7Gdpy9cUddkPK5VkQBzd8XeZnYCbo7tAkGGvNI0YpmJ1Fe-8yIpGcUJR65EiVjqfYGOEHM19iMLW96FuM1s5pwBzPS2k/s400/HPIM8975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344266627270432034" /></a> <strong>As crianças separaram o lixo que recolheram.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhext4pUJk2_xGbFS-UAn81KIwNQxO3n_IfyU84k1Mr_jZM9q-lN230Rke7eCxd6d_zoqHs2FRnK7Se_Jexrr4lTBPqGnsC_CIyymF5tsCtMKs7cn4kNbgn7gE2sAUqu9omBnl9x83L1Qw/s1600-h/HPIM8977.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhext4pUJk2_xGbFS-UAn81KIwNQxO3n_IfyU84k1Mr_jZM9q-lN230Rke7eCxd6d_zoqHs2FRnK7Se_Jexrr4lTBPqGnsC_CIyymF5tsCtMKs7cn4kNbgn7gE2sAUqu9omBnl9x83L1Qw/s400/HPIM8977.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344267029316883026" /></a><br /><br /><strong>TEMPO DE DEGRADAÇÃO DOS MATERIAIS<br /><br />Plástico mais de 100 anos;<br />Metal 100 a 500 anos;<br />Papel 3 a 6 meses;<br />Papelão 1 a 4 meses;<br />Pilhas 100 a 500 anos;<br />Vidro tempo indeterminado;<br />Borracha tempo indeterminado;<br />Filtro de cigarros 5 anos;<br />Pastilha elástica 5 anos;<br />Fralda 450 anos. <br /><br />O LIXO DURA UMA ETERNIDADE!!!<br /><br />Pelo BEM de todos, PROTEJA O FUTURO!<br /><br />Não deite resíduos na natureza!</strong><br />____________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-4739908185640454662009-06-06T10:00:00.000-07:002009-06-06T10:09:43.749-07:00a LER+ «Nas soleiras das portas»<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnu1x5RGq8c7_wS06DJm_Vc_Cny16AtOaOCeNAEhSjNjBZv9B5clxV0r_yGfwUKSIIn48B9bFgWfmJ5-Q8Ljzrtv2tbolpg9pQVnRlKiLvhWQvutHVXHZBKrJV3cXTb3i4p1cQ-NDbwY/s1600-h/HPIM8806.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnu1x5RGq8c7_wS06DJm_Vc_Cny16AtOaOCeNAEhSjNjBZv9B5clxV0r_yGfwUKSIIn48B9bFgWfmJ5-Q8Ljzrtv2tbolpg9pQVnRlKiLvhWQvutHVXHZBKrJV3cXTb3i4p1cQ-NDbwY/s400/HPIM8806.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344261565729267250" /></a> <strong>TITULO: A viagem da gotinha<br />AUTOR: Rita Duarte<br />ILUSTRADOR: Neuza Rodrigues<br />EDITOR: Arte Plural</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LkOjjQXCyAfiU3eLixnLxt3CFxCp5HaH3aduZsCrDtmGXp6wYhR6RrOA15SP-V3pvvtvO1Ajlaou0l1Ztw1Ixwwg8tsnM_EkESJKHcxeKFmGeHZglythd7qs5pXM3HdFvoIW6zsNbx0/s1600-h/HPIM8978.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2LkOjjQXCyAfiU3eLixnLxt3CFxCp5HaH3aduZsCrDtmGXp6wYhR6RrOA15SP-V3pvvtvO1Ajlaou0l1Ztw1Ixwwg8tsnM_EkESJKHcxeKFmGeHZglythd7qs5pXM3HdFvoIW6zsNbx0/s400/HPIM8978.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344260930262144706" /></a> <strong>Esta semana a leitura nas soleiras das portas foi para o Sr. Narciso.</strong><br /><br /><em>O Sr Narciso ficou com o livro para ler no fim-de-semana. (B.)</em><br /><br /><em>Esta história é muito gira. (A.)</em><br /><br /><em>A gotinha andava no rio e o sol chamou-a. Ela foi subindo e fez uma nuvem de vapor e foi fazer uma viagem. Depois a nuvem ficou pesada e a gotinha caiu com a chuva, molhou duas flores, desceu pela terra e foi para o rio e encontrou as irmãs. E depois vão fazer as malas e vão todas viajar outra vez, porque o sol as chama, e depois tornam todas outra vez para o rio. (S.)</em><br />_________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-26363961618472344502009-06-05T13:11:00.000-07:002009-06-05T13:37:01.102-07:00PNEP - «Ler para Crescer»<strong>Mais uma vez a formadora do PNEP do Agrupamento de Macedo de Cavaleiros esteve no nosso Jardim de Infância.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tU-2azO-sV1EOZELyUwEwF925Ayh1J45lWTxocsZEfLV3EBvD82Jhy8f7qFZ3N8Nzl899Opo5sJ0ve-RcEy5GE7vzlXQRqDxlbX6H93_OOZ6x-mCNuzIQ3ZS1JvLbpmpDhiUjvq4RgU/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_tU-2azO-sV1EOZELyUwEwF925Ayh1J45lWTxocsZEfLV3EBvD82Jhy8f7qFZ3N8Nzl899Opo5sJ0ve-RcEy5GE7vzlXQRqDxlbX6H93_OOZ6x-mCNuzIQ3ZS1JvLbpmpDhiUjvq4RgU/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343939299918761650" /></a> <strong>As crianças começaram por procurar o arco-íris num dos livros da Biblioteca.<br />Verificaram as cores do arco-íris e partiram para uma “lista” de coisas conhecidas que correspondam às 7 cores. Assim, o arco-íris é:</strong><br /><br /><em>Vermelho como o tomate, a maçã, o morango e a cereja;<br />Alaranjado como a laranja, a cenoura e o pêssego;<br />Amarelo como o sol, a ameixa e a pêra;<br />Verde como a relva e as folhas das árvores;<br />Azul como o céu e a água do mar;<br />Anil como a noite;<br />Violeta como as uvas.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhty5u09GqWkOJVGlbWK5pljjPyYKzlgMyN_1Y2UrjIQgxRXPxop0lPr6QvhzjUO1sT3ybV8EgK1aGCgcUSdZRnpXk8QhguSyZG8I1jOoAkbnL_dx53h-pAsgWucdQvNDc2JW9-SEXlb2w/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhty5u09GqWkOJVGlbWK5pljjPyYKzlgMyN_1Y2UrjIQgxRXPxop0lPr6QvhzjUO1sT3ybV8EgK1aGCgcUSdZRnpXk8QhguSyZG8I1jOoAkbnL_dx53h-pAsgWucdQvNDc2JW9-SEXlb2w/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343940615636291378" /></a> <strong>Seguiu-se a leitura do livro do dia e a visualização das imagens. </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UswmLaBUCXeHQY26q9cv8H-JJWX0XJJyaluVzW2gF80ffxVsiZETqRToIdJCoDpp7ekka97Zf4IZzMW6KlJK-zUAFRKIIXq4i8xx4NKbt5uy2nY7BNgUH39t_FdtfJiVNa-CFLEY3UU/s1600-h/3+(2).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UswmLaBUCXeHQY26q9cv8H-JJWX0XJJyaluVzW2gF80ffxVsiZETqRToIdJCoDpp7ekka97Zf4IZzMW6KlJK-zUAFRKIIXq4i8xx4NKbt5uy2nY7BNgUH39t_FdtfJiVNa-CFLEY3UU/s400/3+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343941038204013218" /></a> <strong>TITULO: Mamã, de que cor são os beijos?<br />AUTOR: Elisenda Queralt<br />ILUSTRADOR: Carla Pott<br />EDITOR: ItsImagical</strong><br /><br /><strong>De seguida as crianças foram convidadas para fazer um jogo: “sentar e rimar”.<br />Brincaram à descoberta das sílabas das palavras que gostaram. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ49P57ERiOE9meetZwb9Jh1EwsZYSnef-RDbxZpNBLwbeEdUeAuMr2qbmvN9ghHXiAdquAz_kvwfDWVYWnxMaBc9i6kLXufElG-Z4P0ND2lRz4cMVfCDM7eVEBWsQ5rPv0ph_6Cyfoc/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ49P57ERiOE9meetZwb9Jh1EwsZYSnef-RDbxZpNBLwbeEdUeAuMr2qbmvN9ghHXiAdquAz_kvwfDWVYWnxMaBc9i6kLXufElG-Z4P0ND2lRz4cMVfCDM7eVEBWsQ5rPv0ph_6Cyfoc/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343945004425991554" /></a> Para essa actividade utilizaram um jogo de encaixe.<br />Descobriram o som da letra B e palavras começadas por B. Fizeram jogos de três palavras, duas começadas por B, e uma diferente, e foram convidados a descobrir a palavra diferente.<br />Pronunciaram palavras prolongando os sons (aconchegou, calor, especial).<br />A formadora leu de seguida algumas frases do livro, omitindo uma palavra para que as crianças descobrissem de que palavra se tratava. Seguiram-se frases com palavras “disparate”.<br />Por fim as crianças tiveram oportunidade de dizer que cor, sabor, tamanho, peso, forma e cheiro pensam que os beijos têm.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiss8QQv_q4V0_k-4NGROI0nvQYoEf75bZSMGUv9a394aAQ2X31gorCXTofaC9Qy_PM7voJrQqC0_xxI9zS6E7ehKDER84RAKMWuYLRvvMW2xvP6axSOPW-K9DPU0BNU9kLsHaqlfGymtg/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiss8QQv_q4V0_k-4NGROI0nvQYoEf75bZSMGUv9a394aAQ2X31gorCXTofaC9Qy_PM7voJrQqC0_xxI9zS6E7ehKDER84RAKMWuYLRvvMW2xvP6axSOPW-K9DPU0BNU9kLsHaqlfGymtg/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343942095494712866" /></a> <em>Os beijos são cor-de-rosa, porque são bonitos. É o meu papá quem me dá beijinhos desta cor. São beijinhos bons e têm um chi-coração. Os beijos sabem a ar, são pequeninos como a lua e leves como um biberão de leitinho. Também têm a mesma forma que o biberão e cheiram a nuvens fofinhas. (A.)<br /><br />Os beijos são cor de laranja, porque é uma cor feliz. É a minha mana Mariana quem me dá beijinhos cor de laranja. Os beijos sabem a bombom, porque são doces. São grandes como uma árvore e pesam como uma casa. Têm a forma de triângulo porque a boca fica assim quando damos um beijo, e cheiram a golfinho porque os golfinhos são amigos. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vux1NBsn96ez8QJR23TsL9LWb_x0udyyX2h2wSlvru3d9Dx35GiNPZO_lolsZLu6sMUAJMeglc8QHDmJ6jT5pmSiGuDINhKANwdIPC0pmHqRhsjl3k3BedOB4Oviqflfit9VtNXEOPs/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1vux1NBsn96ez8QJR23TsL9LWb_x0udyyX2h2wSlvru3d9Dx35GiNPZO_lolsZLu6sMUAJMeglc8QHDmJ6jT5pmSiGuDINhKANwdIPC0pmHqRhsjl3k3BedOB4Oviqflfit9VtNXEOPs/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343942923452716914" /></a> <em>Os beijos são amarelos, porque são quentes. É a minha mãe quem me dá beijos amarelos. Os beijos sabem ao coração da minha mãe. São do tamanho de um camião e pesam como um camião. Têm a forma de uma bola do Porto, porque o Porto é o melhor, e cheiram a flores, porque cheiram bem e são bonitos. (B.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMGWfmpUaM5tLqxD-ir49HrCJIN5hycoSCbYkxY44N_04CNGJOomi7JQkEERUrB6LpE83v5LRagFqoCpZfQqVK4panTXZzt7kx4JW0-MODI9geD-m6VygufsVRohPuZug_7r4HJX0aqE/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMGWfmpUaM5tLqxD-ir49HrCJIN5hycoSCbYkxY44N_04CNGJOomi7JQkEERUrB6LpE83v5LRagFqoCpZfQqVK4panTXZzt7kx4JW0-MODI9geD-m6VygufsVRohPuZug_7r4HJX0aqE/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343943494543254146" /></a> <em>Demos beijos grandes, pesados e de muitas cores à professora Alexandra, porque gostámos muito desta história.(S.)</em><br />________________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-89006621693791708142009-06-03T12:17:00.000-07:002009-06-03T12:57:29.673-07:00«DA SEMENTE AO PÃO»<strong>Continuamos a desenvolver o nosso projecto transversal alusivo ao pão, para que as crianças possam entender que da sementeira de pequenas sementes, e seguindo pacientemente todo o processo, se chega, finalmente, ao pão.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGgAQM3E-Fy0Nn4lPYvMpYmhlLVMzQ3hfL1k4kiJWxZ-exBvbHsCCZy6D5_A8eLVpoIiJdJLvMQmOCFTHw3PcJ3bPAiXo03u87E3v7NFAuzHfY2a4NeJ_6DhpeG7ynHj8pp4CCmlP_Rs/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGgAQM3E-Fy0Nn4lPYvMpYmhlLVMzQ3hfL1k4kiJWxZ-exBvbHsCCZy6D5_A8eLVpoIiJdJLvMQmOCFTHw3PcJ3bPAiXo03u87E3v7NFAuzHfY2a4NeJ_6DhpeG7ynHj8pp4CCmlP_Rs/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343184164971252626" /></a> <strong>O Sr. Narciso fez-nos uma surpresa e trouxe-nos a farinha que resultou da moagem do centeio, no dia em que visitámos o moinho com os nossos colegas do Pólo Escolar de Morais.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRyo5ngMms57m-v8S7tK4Yy0n-UjZg0qTPZ4T-jA3A_dy8n_0SpV7hsaSKdjXewrBNJl6nNR32NQMBFbn5ImZgldjUU-IVVrMjOh0xASTZLm2CGXqwVj8GHIz_Ah5civkJB7aR7hkfV4/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRyo5ngMms57m-v8S7tK4Yy0n-UjZg0qTPZ4T-jA3A_dy8n_0SpV7hsaSKdjXewrBNJl6nNR32NQMBFbn5ImZgldjUU-IVVrMjOh0xASTZLm2CGXqwVj8GHIz_Ah5civkJB7aR7hkfV4/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343185419254412226" /></a> <em>-Emprestou-nos as varilhas e uma peneira para nós peneirarmos, porque a farinha tinha muitos farelos. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgmR6ci5uLG-IJ4l7fEjdD9v8lXSo6LeJwWojA_JA0vtXVhQarQikDEouA3TNwRb_1LGw-m-W2tTBz5n51Mh3S7-FqKbjoaVeN5c7DCdQq73MFjadYUj3n0vSjxPaV1xv2MLpYaEIJxU/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxgmR6ci5uLG-IJ4l7fEjdD9v8lXSo6LeJwWojA_JA0vtXVhQarQikDEouA3TNwRb_1LGw-m-W2tTBz5n51Mh3S7-FqKbjoaVeN5c7DCdQq73MFjadYUj3n0vSjxPaV1xv2MLpYaEIJxU/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343186165567102242" /></a> <em>Temos que ter força para a peneira andar nas varilhas. É giro! Ficamos enfarinhados. (B.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfvwR0S9vbejXihjksZ0oAjg9n-Zf97I2O36bv4o4VAx86E0OiKANEQrSYAr4ox8Yls8kNXa4EXp2HY3RDmbQOJeVy_QWcbwakZyf2-sWv_bwQlnZlLNDWlNqXYQpv9OSefjrdzyxils/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcfvwR0S9vbejXihjksZ0oAjg9n-Zf97I2O36bv4o4VAx86E0OiKANEQrSYAr4ox8Yls8kNXa4EXp2HY3RDmbQOJeVy_QWcbwakZyf2-sWv_bwQlnZlLNDWlNqXYQpv9OSefjrdzyxils/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343187108349877618" /></a> <em>Guardámos os farelos num saco. São para as galinhas do Sr. Narciso. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfWtntNJNgkwB2GYapVbIUON3VDYnJNrTTSe2V7l3Xvek8h5gD6qj9xh83NQz2MMWp7sw-ifpXxeOFtATawzhG9dLOJi6WzJF8_Qc94ddKIJYQSQ5Kniig8HS3yXJJR0_AvtLoKLQujI/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfWtntNJNgkwB2GYapVbIUON3VDYnJNrTTSe2V7l3Xvek8h5gD6qj9xh83NQz2MMWp7sw-ifpXxeOFtATawzhG9dLOJi6WzJF8_Qc94ddKIJYQSQ5Kniig8HS3yXJJR0_AvtLoKLQujI/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343188339150177906" /></a> <em>Vejam a nossa farinha de centeio! É escura e tem um cheiro forte, mas é muito fofinha! (S.)<br />Um dia destes vamos fazer um pão de centeio. Vamos pedir à minha avó para nos ensinar.(A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qsULiLvmHgg_4GxfZU1JwV6yHVqCoX9wzonIgS0WxJyiB91Zf0V2QA-gcwWhjfLa7a9zZl0HmZMnCX3uIef9VMi3vqRQiQQuA5aFEUtV79yd_oyO1YMGkNa8cXH1VVaYAhAcCRnlvqA/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7qsULiLvmHgg_4GxfZU1JwV6yHVqCoX9wzonIgS0WxJyiB91Zf0V2QA-gcwWhjfLa7a9zZl0HmZMnCX3uIef9VMi3vqRQiQQuA5aFEUtV79yd_oyO1YMGkNa8cXH1VVaYAhAcCRnlvqA/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343190212858191874" /></a> <em>Deitámos alguns farelos no recreio, para os passarinhos e as formigas encherem a barriguinha! (B.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Vk_wa6PBPCpvfYa-Xrrw4_1t3x4HIghpFgxAX3f_YxJPEUw7XPKvi_LiORgfKVMnjVUYVzJWVAvJAAlKAhFOc9DW5OaiYFocODdK-j-CiKZnAVVGkSQALYYIy5J6cSDmvjzPiGSpUrM/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Vk_wa6PBPCpvfYa-Xrrw4_1t3x4HIghpFgxAX3f_YxJPEUw7XPKvi_LiORgfKVMnjVUYVzJWVAvJAAlKAhFOc9DW5OaiYFocODdK-j-CiKZnAVVGkSQALYYIy5J6cSDmvjzPiGSpUrM/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343191327827225794" /></a> <em>O nosso centeio está enoooorme, e as espigas já estão quase todas maduras! (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uK4Cwx991ACkv0q5X-IG4RwiQMYCBBhbJI2em9TYQIsOF0oHFa7ahGSTP9muciTra_lPUMc0exYEl7a6oyJhyphenhyphenMR1Jo7yEMTt6EGRk3gOoLY1GEj9VY-rhRMbjIRO6WfjXH_sX_wMwUk/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-uK4Cwx991ACkv0q5X-IG4RwiQMYCBBhbJI2em9TYQIsOF0oHFa7ahGSTP9muciTra_lPUMc0exYEl7a6oyJhyphenhyphenMR1Jo7yEMTt6EGRk3gOoLY1GEj9VY-rhRMbjIRO6WfjXH_sX_wMwUk/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343192496257623506" /></a> <em>As espigas têm muitos grãozinhos. Estão gordas! (A.)</em><br />________________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-34214013986221570152009-06-01T22:37:00.000-07:002009-06-01T23:04:49.569-07:00O DIREITO A SER CRIANÇA!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmIiCCx5UNIxx5-Xw3tZTlLAZ4bdfCoVGZfj1Tgv0gbmZOo75z3zQCbocBhvdff2N4W82PvhZOct-PCdOsVTmI2sYkQfHo_pZ2K0qspangj1fdjdOlIWo60rS5AVGuoteEY0tRdIqeMI/s1600-h/HPIM8883.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhmIiCCx5UNIxx5-Xw3tZTlLAZ4bdfCoVGZfj1Tgv0gbmZOo75z3zQCbocBhvdff2N4W82PvhZOct-PCdOsVTmI2sYkQfHo_pZ2K0qspangj1fdjdOlIWo60rS5AVGuoteEY0tRdIqeMI/s400/HPIM8883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600563557748050" /></a> <strong><em>-Tão alto!</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMlXW2j3zybZvqX83GSA-uc4NK9MQ9JDgzrUTIZ5Jti9uPLX5qJ2bljZ1MGLSKoOaVGZ8H18OxyCzFsfQbwQKKPMGF7WNNotuQCOiSnvPTCoq8nEUNC9uxPR4X6l5dUhjzlxXPeqLMd8/s1600-h/HPIM8869.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNMlXW2j3zybZvqX83GSA-uc4NK9MQ9JDgzrUTIZ5Jti9uPLX5qJ2bljZ1MGLSKoOaVGZ8H18OxyCzFsfQbwQKKPMGF7WNNotuQCOiSnvPTCoq8nEUNC9uxPR4X6l5dUhjzlxXPeqLMd8/s400/HPIM8869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600717965230306" /></a> <strong><em>-Isto é muiiiiiiito divertiiiiiido!</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPRRRxou0VUls6q41raxYsv9Gsq-R9eEuj_8Hj_UNawcBKHk8nVPzShHiYhNDhBL8hpqQ7jJA3WhdiMbSUZ-fFzuNRRlUpJrldBI_mW0-k44dQIBmacqAVTjdmCX4CudNvyUUUGaZ8Bo/s1600-h/HPIM8885.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtPRRRxou0VUls6q41raxYsv9Gsq-R9eEuj_8Hj_UNawcBKHk8nVPzShHiYhNDhBL8hpqQ7jJA3WhdiMbSUZ-fFzuNRRlUpJrldBI_mW0-k44dQIBmacqAVTjdmCX4CudNvyUUUGaZ8Bo/s400/HPIM8885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342600930121692642" /></a> <strong><em>-Os cavalos são bonitos, e têm os dentes muito grandes.</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZwfuDDlAPmENsZzjBS1OZgOVtYGI-74LGB5YTgLgHLpmzmaA9_npqhAzbtUzjdAcJnU6bOl0MHRE_M_w_nhdBxmRjbpICDdUjmid1afXFCjsVd5RqK6aJEK1MQuX5IAy2bhCsLET3no/s1600-h/HPIM8882.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZwfuDDlAPmENsZzjBS1OZgOVtYGI-74LGB5YTgLgHLpmzmaA9_npqhAzbtUzjdAcJnU6bOl0MHRE_M_w_nhdBxmRjbpICDdUjmid1afXFCjsVd5RqK6aJEK1MQuX5IAy2bhCsLET3no/s400/HPIM8882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601452848649362" /></a> <strong><em>-É bom aprender as regras de trânsito.</em></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiKCHQ9gkk_flAW0O-jU7OydlAJ31sY8d-lmwWqXBqzfNtlxQYdBdnfeujMpqto8V45X1-bTeKKTyHzTHI1VvOCLgmbfc9ch_uft64WrxBOdyXPvsWL5DF1OSqGAdLn8a9XfNix_WzQsc/s1600-h/HPIM8886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiKCHQ9gkk_flAW0O-jU7OydlAJ31sY8d-lmwWqXBqzfNtlxQYdBdnfeujMpqto8V45X1-bTeKKTyHzTHI1VvOCLgmbfc9ch_uft64WrxBOdyXPvsWL5DF1OSqGAdLn8a9XfNix_WzQsc/s400/HPIM8886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342601683133375634" /></a><br /><strong><em>-Adorei montar o cavalo! É tão bonito e alto! É mais alto que a burrinha do avô Jaime.</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7c4etJPAcafju9BLQvYNUomRVhpA7FCkS91Is42ac96NdP23tONtfp7gKQ8mOl4qMdr-35GG9kcBsgw-F4gZqhbPunqdBC05zZ5iJqr16uQoJmY2NDGaSwmuYPZC7f6Ada4ORFXx_Af8/s1600-h/HPIM8881.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7c4etJPAcafju9BLQvYNUomRVhpA7FCkS91Is42ac96NdP23tONtfp7gKQ8mOl4qMdr-35GG9kcBsgw-F4gZqhbPunqdBC05zZ5iJqr16uQoJmY2NDGaSwmuYPZC7f6Ada4ORFXx_Af8/s400/HPIM8881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342605092703527618" /></a> <strong><em>-Vamos fazer uma corrida?</em></strong><br /><br /><strong>PARTILHAMOS APENAS ALGUNS DOS MOMENTOS DIVERTIDOS QUE TIVEMOS NO «<em>DIA MUNDIAL DA CRIANÇA</em>» EM MACEDO DE CAVALEIROS.</strong><br />___________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-44913568787177083422009-05-30T00:36:00.000-07:002009-05-30T00:55:47.666-07:00a LER+ «Nas soleiras das portas»<strong>Este foi o livro que seleccionámos para a nossa quarta leitura nas soleiras das portas dos idosos de Bagueixe.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMODDmv8Mncj3h62XGi2x9S9BvW5OciHuXmHsunVgRJG3si4YhBS1vbzk5V2-x18-brhz9WRdltfEh31C53PilA4fiqqcDESz-Ed_Qyw4qCuSlUwDmR-dgI9mlDIpkmaor1QvdOKXqhg0/s1600-h/HPIM8809.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMODDmv8Mncj3h62XGi2x9S9BvW5OciHuXmHsunVgRJG3si4YhBS1vbzk5V2-x18-brhz9WRdltfEh31C53PilA4fiqqcDESz-Ed_Qyw4qCuSlUwDmR-dgI9mlDIpkmaor1QvdOKXqhg0/s400/HPIM8809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341517924604952978" /></a> <strong>TÍTULO: O Pirilampo Mágico<br />AUTOR. Maria João Carvalho<br />ILUSTRADOR. Raquel Pinheiro<br />EDITOR: Cercica, CRL </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLwYUw2vDauzzQUVlWrf3947kbNJ5ghBvstq0jexsiC8NRrFlogFgZy9py9zdi76nxebi0PvsGhE_iwyBbeXAD7j27zNRDbRFp9dYFgAnLJgYK3YQD0u7NACVm9zcl4y3884ML5cJRGU/s1600-h/HPIM8850.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLwYUw2vDauzzQUVlWrf3947kbNJ5ghBvstq0jexsiC8NRrFlogFgZy9py9zdi76nxebi0PvsGhE_iwyBbeXAD7j27zNRDbRFp9dYFgAnLJgYK3YQD0u7NACVm9zcl4y3884ML5cJRGU/s400/HPIM8850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341519118257324754" /></a> <em>Fomos a casa da D. Maria do Céu. Ela é da minha família. (S.)</em><br /><br /><em>Não ficámos na varanda, porque a D. Maria queria que fossemos para a cozinha. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiKywWWZXYhE931mPlTvyOhxDl7-FP1O2_RiJ_Yd0_0u4S2mPPzTTSONAQKDCLM2kLkVHrmgW4dYVgL7bbK-DwiFiPSOUxoobGEfVpZa4j-bJNuokvddfkLYe2MdcPGMIKwRj5ASQUxN4/s1600-h/HPIM8857.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiKywWWZXYhE931mPlTvyOhxDl7-FP1O2_RiJ_Yd0_0u4S2mPPzTTSONAQKDCLM2kLkVHrmgW4dYVgL7bbK-DwiFiPSOUxoobGEfVpZa4j-bJNuokvddfkLYe2MdcPGMIKwRj5ASQUxN4/s400/HPIM8857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341520247187768274" /></a> <em>O livro que escolhemos era o nosso pirilampo mágico para a D. Céu, mas ela... Plim! Tirou um pirilampo da manga! Também tinha um livro para a professora nos ler. (B.)<br /><br />Era um livro dos netos dela. (S.)</em><br /><br /><strong>TÍTULO: O burrinho e o mar<br />EDITOR: Majora</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4o9kiuCGyKF-yR-qh1IJga-EhTpjq6YfMyPgmZJTfJohrZ3vPMNz5lq1WjSJFp08jCZQHRjFDOpOhEkKoV1bzcG8p7mq18OkmEElkHolGqzd8KV6rrbdTl8fi3dKlHPIAfXsS-IrxvxA/s1600-h/HPIM8859.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4o9kiuCGyKF-yR-qh1IJga-EhTpjq6YfMyPgmZJTfJohrZ3vPMNz5lq1WjSJFp08jCZQHRjFDOpOhEkKoV1bzcG8p7mq18OkmEElkHolGqzd8KV6rrbdTl8fi3dKlHPIAfXsS-IrxvxA/s400/HPIM8859.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341521472460353090" /></a> <em>E no fim, plim! A D. Céu tirou mais um pirilampo, e contou-nos uma história. (A.)</em><br /><br /><strong>História contada pela D. Maria do Céu (84 anos)</strong><br /><br /><strong><em>"Era não era, andava na serra. Andava lavrando, com um boi de feno e outro de palha. Cansei-me, sentei-me a descansar. À borda de uma parede tirei dois piolhos, fiz dois odres. Tirei duas pulgas, fiz duas mulas. Agora sim, já posso ir ao azeite!<br />Andei, andei, e anoiteceu-me. Lá para um prado deitei a albarda a pastar, e o burro à cabeceira. Lá por o meio da noite senti um sinico (sininho) de lã, que tocava sete léguas em roda, terra chã. <br />Dlão, dlão, anda-me a albarda no pão. Fui-me lá. Andava o adro ao redor da Igreja, a Igreja ao redor da procissão, e as tochas com os homens pela mão.<br />E, é!"</em></strong><br /><br /><em>Esta história contava-ma a minha mãe quando eu era como estes meninos. (D. Maria do Céu)</em><br /><br /><br />______________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-8592678239545783102009-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:002009-05-30T00:34:20.772-07:00AS PLANTAS E A LUZ SOLAR - começámos com uma história...<strong>A experiência para demonstrar a importância da luz solar para a vida, começou com esta história.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh0yS1UJ1aKi-3uEUjUhRu4g1cZQl7IvpN-Lil89hurU3Sc1QltTC36gOqwzQtX0tx9lb3DGbkkoGGonyWDUPcaPwB_vd5h91jUtLNQ-2IlrXB-uqSDM6lAEt7APk1CGi-WZ-jSLrWCU/s1600-h/HPIM8823.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinh0yS1UJ1aKi-3uEUjUhRu4g1cZQl7IvpN-Lil89hurU3Sc1QltTC36gOqwzQtX0tx9lb3DGbkkoGGonyWDUPcaPwB_vd5h91jUtLNQ-2IlrXB-uqSDM6lAEt7APk1CGi-WZ-jSLrWCU/s400/HPIM8823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341508848634154402" /></a> <strong>TÍTULO: João e o pé de feijão<br />ADAPTAÇÃO: Ana Serna Vara<br />ILUSTRADOR: Marifé González<br />EDITOR. Girassol</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1Vli0ax1SdNQlUbmpjnQUTewBSxjql-KVBPu2KRE4bP7z8YI1hDw21r4tbt0rVI1ZPL0mbzOcEsSR2hY_BxQ7kH89cGfZ5JN3Nb8C6am7zCj7tIHgFBIzOshZ9r0EFoLn_Gcff0EDEU/s1600-h/HPIM8300.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx1Vli0ax1SdNQlUbmpjnQUTewBSxjql-KVBPu2KRE4bP7z8YI1hDw21r4tbt0rVI1ZPL0mbzOcEsSR2hY_BxQ7kH89cGfZ5JN3Nb8C6am7zCj7tIHgFBIzOshZ9r0EFoLn_Gcff0EDEU/s400/HPIM8300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341509854625683330" /></a> <em>Depois, eu semeei um feijãozinho. (A.)<br /><br />Ele cresceu e nasceram duas folhas. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMWYZzrNuWxYH_flwNKzSVfyxRZsZiZ_1QKeA30ftvcopz2owTOzW_PHdbttUty9uBHj8EszGEjEVnCR_Qvt-1tI-hxdL_e3-Jd1cCNYGHrni_fXQ1nfR3vaf6v3_VTzIBTUZCthcnS0/s1600-h/HPIM8301.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjMWYZzrNuWxYH_flwNKzSVfyxRZsZiZ_1QKeA30ftvcopz2owTOzW_PHdbttUty9uBHj8EszGEjEVnCR_Qvt-1tI-hxdL_e3-Jd1cCNYGHrni_fXQ1nfR3vaf6v3_VTzIBTUZCthcnS0/s400/HPIM8301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341510548688689602" /></a> <em>Guardei o vaso do feijoeiro dentro de uma caixa dos sapatos. (B.)</em><br /><br /><em>A caixa ficou no parapeito da janela, para ter sol. (S.)<br />Parecia que o feijoeiro tinha uma casa, e todos os dias abríamos a "porta" para o regar. (A.)</em><br /><strong>(Nota: a caixa tem um orifício na parte superior)</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZUSY9RLHsJkWAh20Qj5rhkJ0aNMS7ZqAyY0nDcdlaXy-HnVOuZtSGLleCL6Npvz1JLbopvO2yJcsepmS1Zo5Ok3r0rgAwKVO1hYdvVj55OmwxOo8IljWjwVb5yJTfmihESnWTrkJTR8/s1600-h/HPIM8428.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ZUSY9RLHsJkWAh20Qj5rhkJ0aNMS7ZqAyY0nDcdlaXy-HnVOuZtSGLleCL6Npvz1JLbopvO2yJcsepmS1Zo5Ok3r0rgAwKVO1hYdvVj55OmwxOo8IljWjwVb5yJTfmihESnWTrkJTR8/s400/HPIM8428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341511887699380834" /></a> <em>Então, o feijoeiro cresceu e saíu pelo buraco da caixa, foi procurar a luz. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBgU0cyyw2-onDb5wpDy8iroxrRwjSya38N44N0yODjD5rzYPEwws-bzKW6xMJaB5ruc0p6BuoIbkXvJcv5xrdV1qMn28ENwGGUTC0uIjPTC5B41-lHmlYKm0PJUCGj612dJJlNIJNik/s1600-h/HPIM8818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikBgU0cyyw2-onDb5wpDy8iroxrRwjSya38N44N0yODjD5rzYPEwws-bzKW6xMJaB5ruc0p6BuoIbkXvJcv5xrdV1qMn28ENwGGUTC0uIjPTC5B41-lHmlYKm0PJUCGj612dJJlNIJNik/s400/HPIM8818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341512672318846578" /></a> <em>Aconteceu mais uma coisa. As folhas que estavam dentro da caixa, primeiro começaram a ficar amarelas, depois murcharam e agora já estão secas. (B.)<br />Mas nós regámos o feijoeiro todos os dias. (A.)<br />Então não chega terem água, para poderem viver. As plantas também precisam de sol. (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDu18XyTdsuZwxA4PrguZH10_q3Zs6ym1KgGO_zdzGhgPZ9v7S1Lk6sd_f0pcE6dvEfnfjkN0yVaklU44BNyNR49vymsG5IJM3woZFuEzaR4BggWMYb1w4AIfW6KjK7IwXAsPvWKhnSI/s1600-h/HPIM8820.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTDu18XyTdsuZwxA4PrguZH10_q3Zs6ym1KgGO_zdzGhgPZ9v7S1Lk6sd_f0pcE6dvEfnfjkN0yVaklU44BNyNR49vymsG5IJM3woZFuEzaR4BggWMYb1w4AIfW6KjK7IwXAsPvWKhnSI/s400/HPIM8820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341514036489468546" /></a> <em>Lá dentro é mesmo escuro! (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhataHXHwANCKDrb3hzJWQIfpghGk_8GKho8Vm88IDVQiZZDnG0-HnErxtsYKReTPx1wb3ndUoFzAV0DuR_gTEqgJsIUFZT9ZMdhpRv5mGs0YnWP9PCL-Nk4Fx07Mnv8Mqvi6oeHbPxv7Y/s1600-h/HPIM8837.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 171px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhataHXHwANCKDrb3hzJWQIfpghGk_8GKho8Vm88IDVQiZZDnG0-HnErxtsYKReTPx1wb3ndUoFzAV0DuR_gTEqgJsIUFZT9ZMdhpRv5mGs0YnWP9PCL-Nk4Fx07Mnv8Mqvi6oeHbPxv7Y/s400/HPIM8837.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341515605030474338" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxPUN6n1pki_Mx5qKHTlouyMGvpAaqRwIDHPnl0vHrencEKbaXyyx4upq9hnt32o_U1ywcNWeSxPlkLsJSuN5Tz89WxtMOvNxQqoDegeUopJhHLGALylfriznI4PeQrg3w6MZc1QML6Y/s1600-h/HPIM8840.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnxPUN6n1pki_Mx5qKHTlouyMGvpAaqRwIDHPnl0vHrencEKbaXyyx4upq9hnt32o_U1ywcNWeSxPlkLsJSuN5Tz89WxtMOvNxQqoDegeUopJhHLGALylfriznI4PeQrg3w6MZc1QML6Y/s400/HPIM8840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341515923456353522" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-peesTPnECydqa829AFGVbgtN5IRA0F2ILQ3wcuFf9aujLm63ahHL9I78bdU9C3umlXdjr_rFU72xNtxhu8xTvUPoixgaDmmNM6P4wdgfPM4Kz3gU_9H6VBvAZ-In5dcmOihV2b4AYPc/s1600-h/HPIM8843.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-peesTPnECydqa829AFGVbgtN5IRA0F2ILQ3wcuFf9aujLm63ahHL9I78bdU9C3umlXdjr_rFU72xNtxhu8xTvUPoixgaDmmNM6P4wdgfPM4Kz3gU_9H6VBvAZ-In5dcmOihV2b4AYPc/s400/HPIM8843.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341516151374690162" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNRe4umv-IlJCjKLkQaNyzA4_MqWqLRANnWDy4MEvygYwK-tt8l3meZLa2dC6UTe9Caa4BkfpnYLoN8VZNULvFLEJxJgdQeFKZeZ32gpqvXYOtC72zwpihmaWB5F3bwggOkClUwJHFIU/s1600-h/HPIM8845.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjNRe4umv-IlJCjKLkQaNyzA4_MqWqLRANnWDy4MEvygYwK-tt8l3meZLa2dC6UTe9Caa4BkfpnYLoN8VZNULvFLEJxJgdQeFKZeZ32gpqvXYOtC72zwpihmaWB5F3bwggOkClUwJHFIU/s400/HPIM8845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341516435046923794" /></a> <strong>Registámos as etapas numa tabela. Agora vamos aguardar, para ver se o feijoeiro nos oferece uma vagem.</strong><br />_______________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-14961628871590423182009-05-25T02:58:00.001-07:002009-05-25T02:59:58.950-07:00Actividades de Matemática ao longo do anoImagens de algumas actividades matemáticas que fizemos ao longo do ano lectivo.<div><embed src="http://www.imageloop.com/swf/looopSlider2.swf" flashvars="id=5c14cce5-7710-1bce-a094-12313b00d131&c=01,01,02,01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" allowScriptAccess="always" width="400" height="325" style="width:400px;height:325px;"/><div lang="en" xml:lang="en" style="width:400px;padding-top:3px;"><a href="http://www.imageloop.com/setuplooop.htm" target="_blank"><img alt="Your pictures and fotos in a slideshow on MySpace, eBay, Facebook or your website!" src="http://st.imageloop.com/_img/bt_myo_new.gif" style="border:none;display:inline"/></a><a href="http://www.imageloop.com/slideshow/5c14cce5-7710-1bce-a094-12313b00d131" target="_blank"><img alt="view all pictures of this slideshow" src="http://st.imageloop.com/_img/bt_vap_new.gif" style="border:none;display:inline;vertical-align:top;"/></a></div></div>
<br />_________________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-2356998085211762932009-05-24T14:17:00.001-07:002009-05-25T04:03:06.630-07:00MACEDO MOSTRA<strong>Passámos um dia diferente, e muito bonito, em Macedo de Cavaleiros.</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLjKuS6vGSd2ZzGvCSHO_dWIH8H0guNDl-IA-TZDIh8x2-xRvlG0XXpi5ncdppjeBGOnQoikc5snjotc2y1edDEN1pur-ZRDQbTDYiuYz-vm2-Yfe2VX733waVXKP2tBSGyPr2Un8EeQ/s1600-h/HPIM8771.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiLjKuS6vGSd2ZzGvCSHO_dWIH8H0guNDl-IA-TZDIh8x2-xRvlG0XXpi5ncdppjeBGOnQoikc5snjotc2y1edDEN1pur-ZRDQbTDYiuYz-vm2-Yfe2VX733waVXKP2tBSGyPr2Un8EeQ/s400/HPIM8771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339502858795359602" /></a> <strong>Participámos na cerimónia de hastear da bandeira Eco XXI 2009, que o Concelho de Macedo de Cavaleiros, com muito mérito conquistou!</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2ridsGVwlrti0YaUCfjorKamI9koRGxzWq3G-A2yjeSwlQqz8jAQcqBfA4GsH3zt2w8FTqrFBPb6j-ADsgJ4004netBX_kCwfFzrJFI1yRraRPAcfSE0JdAreKNrmFD0QLvdgxhBkeE/s1600-h/HPIM8779.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha2ridsGVwlrti0YaUCfjorKamI9koRGxzWq3G-A2yjeSwlQqz8jAQcqBfA4GsH3zt2w8FTqrFBPb6j-ADsgJ4004netBX_kCwfFzrJFI1yRraRPAcfSE0JdAreKNrmFD0QLvdgxhBkeE/s400/HPIM8779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339503964457987650" /></a> <strong>Na Macedo Mostra assistimos a uma peça de teatro...</strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjc4CGYzjwDBT65MRU9tX0pnA_-jmvfAX1zSY6v9y9nFSpt6fJCA2HIjTEC5zp6c9Sotj4a3Wr-5-qTTg7P7pBd27fchAoYuQQPDZSeWNeuxWcEjakIEvOdvXrzJZzyFtiGNSzjx9AX0/s1600-h/HPIM8793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXjc4CGYzjwDBT65MRU9tX0pnA_-jmvfAX1zSY6v9y9nFSpt6fJCA2HIjTEC5zp6c9Sotj4a3Wr-5-qTTg7P7pBd27fchAoYuQQPDZSeWNeuxWcEjakIEvOdvXrzJZzyFtiGNSzjx9AX0/s400/HPIM8793.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339504532645877826" /></a> <strong>...participámos em oficinas de expressões...</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xE_ob1rouVQT7lr2dRSmy5JFmJzdE0WVBVJ5JvuUytjwPwGLkz9S04B4Mi2IU4nqUI__LMgKRootXq1Wv7V1FxShRuyXyfh8bfkoxK7dSzBpjsaISfS5VRbhIUymAQEspNBVOBx4cfg/s1600-h/HPIM8791.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xE_ob1rouVQT7lr2dRSmy5JFmJzdE0WVBVJ5JvuUytjwPwGLkz9S04B4Mi2IU4nqUI__LMgKRootXq1Wv7V1FxShRuyXyfh8bfkoxK7dSzBpjsaISfS5VRbhIUymAQEspNBVOBx4cfg/s400/HPIM8791.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339505078257585666" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyo3jMv3Plhyphenhyphenn6SoRyfgDlTuz7-glumeQtmIEfsPJD1sLf4THa0rSBK5p7_TnbEn1IeNdrDBffFtVz1BOFd3Qd0DPowkRt2S0Ygl-Zqo3I1aa8g-T-saxQW6wmqoVMTJraVGlfOZUO3A/s1600-h/HPIM8795.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPyo3jMv3Plhyphenhyphenn6SoRyfgDlTuz7-glumeQtmIEfsPJD1sLf4THa0rSBK5p7_TnbEn1IeNdrDBffFtVz1BOFd3Qd0DPowkRt2S0Ygl-Zqo3I1aa8g-T-saxQW6wmqoVMTJraVGlfOZUO3A/s400/HPIM8795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339505345404051426" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MgsDxGvWkoU4b3_4KndnUA0vnkcT49rhyphenhyphenAdhyphenhyphenXhexTOKb_Yb807vEWpzYBvqucLWrHYSQ4JE3Fzo6D8dJlmKyA3k3QSwyp9mGcPvZ9UoZuSnwA5USz_PoyOf5_tBEu52PJj3aWk8rqU/s1600-h/HPIM8797.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MgsDxGvWkoU4b3_4KndnUA0vnkcT49rhyphenhyphenAdhyphenhyphenXhexTOKb_Yb807vEWpzYBvqucLWrHYSQ4JE3Fzo6D8dJlmKyA3k3QSwyp9mGcPvZ9UoZuSnwA5USz_PoyOf5_tBEu52PJj3aWk8rqU/s400/HPIM8797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339505580776766946" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58aTI1BY1etL51aSFjubZRNW6eyBUswFB_VBBlQBJNMP038InfiqPWMoAZlSU6erfPWxt6-WE_CPpz781SlByfFJe031XOr_epWAyV10g2B794vbbOIapuHR_UK4zAlcOpMhGSlgGG9M/s1600-h/HPIM8796.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58aTI1BY1etL51aSFjubZRNW6eyBUswFB_VBBlQBJNMP038InfiqPWMoAZlSU6erfPWxt6-WE_CPpz781SlByfFJe031XOr_epWAyV10g2B794vbbOIapuHR_UK4zAlcOpMhGSlgGG9M/s400/HPIM8796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339505994825080482" /></a> <strong>...visitámos exposições...</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tQWrQg1RI1IRTBESZ2dMzI9fM9GHNWdjvHLbgvXtfzobovV2-VBO5W_fIMXoDTFF9_eUedMIL3vmrOgk7QbgbPIgsQSpLgz6SkyYMkkSNE3LmyrurwAOQO6-jV7F9OHKd5sp79YY_4c/s1600-h/HPIM8798.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tQWrQg1RI1IRTBESZ2dMzI9fM9GHNWdjvHLbgvXtfzobovV2-VBO5W_fIMXoDTFF9_eUedMIL3vmrOgk7QbgbPIgsQSpLgz6SkyYMkkSNE3LmyrurwAOQO6-jV7F9OHKd5sp79YY_4c/s400/HPIM8798.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339506652429967586" /></a> <strong>...brincámos nos insufláveis...</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZqZd_9fbsA7A6KW7Pu9ASGyfkrYi17KjZmf56LmxWYxQVyy1-g3-DpBKnL9VOyY6qj20uZFjLX-ycyjQ0THLqn5Xw59bCNPvyxEKuz1yUWMaveZFwY-rpjNdUNbtdl_3Cv2_0JaqAOE/s1600-h/HPIM8800.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZqZd_9fbsA7A6KW7Pu9ASGyfkrYi17KjZmf56LmxWYxQVyy1-g3-DpBKnL9VOyY6qj20uZFjLX-ycyjQ0THLqn5Xw59bCNPvyxEKuz1yUWMaveZFwY-rpjNdUNbtdl_3Cv2_0JaqAOE/s400/HPIM8800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339507164254907634" /></a><br /><strong>..."aprendemos" a conduzir,e... DIVERTIMO-NOS MUITO!</strong><br /><br /><strong>A TODOS QUANTOS NOS PROPORCIONARAM ESTE DIA DIFERENTE, O NOSSO MUITO OBRIGADO!</strong><br />________________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3948604872731433577.post-37746652050578611032009-05-24T03:40:00.001-07:002009-05-24T04:02:14.633-07:00FORNO SOLAR<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5N1nEmojrZxwYAcVMw1stjJiUyV5L0I13ASzGsiRW6wc1KT-hkuAZLIdbcp5-_jt6n5qcHe25sxYemBrdvsmQNQMtI_GMOrJk0tOeoE9fqaJnVntVHjCFfM3NyRrgHkZhKhN9DYzl_iU/s1600-h/1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5N1nEmojrZxwYAcVMw1stjJiUyV5L0I13ASzGsiRW6wc1KT-hkuAZLIdbcp5-_jt6n5qcHe25sxYemBrdvsmQNQMtI_GMOrJk0tOeoE9fqaJnVntVHjCFfM3NyRrgHkZhKhN9DYzl_iU/s400/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339338770712980034" /></a> <strong>Com uma caixa de cartão, restos de esferovite, folha de alumínio e tintas, construimos um pequeno forno solar.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLh43H_ZTZC_gQXDUdXGUDQ6SGXPyW8ThGHZGEAtT4NGespi6IcfTyvonLI35HXl9abDptjlnQiKL-rWFotSMgweLg7aTd6Ek48OUP8LZe9JG4VRTEmZ9c9GncEAvmnsXpsnVGb2bumc/s1600-h/8.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnLh43H_ZTZC_gQXDUdXGUDQ6SGXPyW8ThGHZGEAtT4NGespi6IcfTyvonLI35HXl9abDptjlnQiKL-rWFotSMgweLg7aTd6Ek48OUP8LZe9JG4VRTEmZ9c9GncEAvmnsXpsnVGb2bumc/s400/8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339341791566320034" /></a><br /><br /><br /><strong>Para fazer o teste e verificar se funciona, ou não, resolvemos assar bananas.</strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e161j5vOYTS_sPdhE8s4Mm1r6V4-LbKELfKC4EXPTFdK9oZDyY4A8vDeQcbWqVw5Hk6VnlAnTQNAI_EhqiuRt93ENGcbmjH0MXttQo60eAJ70OVcm-kTG_S0zq7QTKFxNpFnHPXeTOU/s1600-h/2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7e161j5vOYTS_sPdhE8s4Mm1r6V4-LbKELfKC4EXPTFdK9oZDyY4A8vDeQcbWqVw5Hk6VnlAnTQNAI_EhqiuRt93ENGcbmjH0MXttQo60eAJ70OVcm-kTG_S0zq7QTKFxNpFnHPXeTOU/s400/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339339338153875570" /></a> <em>Misturámos açúcar e canela... (S.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoi9pTBBVvKyiNKV-qBkfQO7lzrt-RIV1qRkpZVaW-kauu5haiLZtB9voQQLrljwxMtQUQAYv-mC5yDiuRDxuZbwFkhCR4irrH9OGDhQjSWbK2IyVB3kLL3TvgeRbq07LRxUGI12gXY4/s1600-h/3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoi9pTBBVvKyiNKV-qBkfQO7lzrt-RIV1qRkpZVaW-kauu5haiLZtB9voQQLrljwxMtQUQAYv-mC5yDiuRDxuZbwFkhCR4irrH9OGDhQjSWbK2IyVB3kLL3TvgeRbq07LRxUGI12gXY4/s400/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339340323287156114" /></a> <em>Descascámos as bananas, deitámos por cima o açúcar misturado com a canela... (B.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXvVaBdi_TL6FwKlNhMepm70ixkXwlV1Q_rBK6FOKqGUCUD-OKxbCNz6uVdwp3bjSuhpAviGOZf5mP8s9tr-9NK4Vz6hEgjzjm5p_lMZIVpyOn3hGBJ1VR_oTCI_jl0c6TQxEsa9Lyc0/s1600-h/4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikXvVaBdi_TL6FwKlNhMepm70ixkXwlV1Q_rBK6FOKqGUCUD-OKxbCNz6uVdwp3bjSuhpAviGOZf5mP8s9tr-9NK4Vz6hEgjzjm5p_lMZIVpyOn3hGBJ1VR_oTCI_jl0c6TQxEsa9Lyc0/s400/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339341058645480754" /></a> <em>...e levámos o forno para o sol. (A.)</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHP7fLkartqq-HuS0FfsL7dTTIgAfcKMNKk2sBGZiatYLSaSyq0ZtoeqJuAPGdzl3qi4GqPU3SNdImS5dhJz0unjS0_qYt8EasQHacFmR8Jjwg2EmyGxuPiX4WPMhGeyCE3_LspmWABs/s1600-h/5.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWHP7fLkartqq-HuS0FfsL7dTTIgAfcKMNKk2sBGZiatYLSaSyq0ZtoeqJuAPGdzl3qi4GqPU3SNdImS5dhJz0unjS0_qYt8EasQHacFmR8Jjwg2EmyGxuPiX4WPMhGeyCE3_LspmWABs/s400/5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339342250737957778" /></a> <strong>É preciso tapá-lo com um vidro.</strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7RpFx1o2y7SgnpcXHGLFZ5j4G2rhqnXFQIbSFAdLVzfNycL6VskmM3WGzO-SM1I4yffaxUB3FxCh5SiWqwDE-4lPx95k4jymh_037WqA84UVNOTrpaAV4kKn3w05nIikpI0XxgkqBcQ/s1600-h/6.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 122px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7RpFx1o2y7SgnpcXHGLFZ5j4G2rhqnXFQIbSFAdLVzfNycL6VskmM3WGzO-SM1I4yffaxUB3FxCh5SiWqwDE-4lPx95k4jymh_037WqA84UVNOTrpaAV4kKn3w05nIikpI0XxgkqBcQ/s400/6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339342857947494354" /></a> <strong>Umas horas depois... </strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGpOped-ECTjjIQ1bn2cBv0-w0tOxy5IV-uhqbLY04eMEJ7Lk5BboSB4KxfIvIamoYlsQP49y_btsMYMUW3v3Iq4gNZGtmTd6w6upTFJgD8ev_3HX_aNyrE5y_b12ckjW2i6CMaAVedU/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGpOped-ECTjjIQ1bn2cBv0-w0tOxy5IV-uhqbLY04eMEJ7Lk5BboSB4KxfIvIamoYlsQP49y_btsMYMUW3v3Iq4gNZGtmTd6w6upTFJgD8ev_3HX_aNyrE5y_b12ckjW2i6CMaAVedU/s400/7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339343517305358002" /></a> <em>Comemos bananas assadas à sobremesa. (B.)</em><br />___________________________________________________Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0