tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-223673132024-03-14T01:08:26.178-04:00The Cabin Path (All Blogs and pictures ©The Cabin Path)The Cabin Path is a nature center that is open by reservation. Art and Nature workshops are offered. Set on 52 acres, many rare and endangered wildflowers are found here. Spring is a treasure hunt. Every day may bring the surprise of a new bloom. After a year of record drought followed by a year of record rainfall, this year will be an adventure and a true test of endurance. Join us at The Cabin Path, and watch the progress of the flowers, trees, and wildlife. www.thecabinpath.comThe Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-30685764686417999682013-11-09T07:44:00.000-05:002013-11-09T07:44:28.179-05:00A Garden To Remember...<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">"Many things grow in the garden that were never sown there." ~Thomas Fuller~</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRhByaYyQRoIAhyZEdCu079X4XBgtHt8_6fL9mxzwcfObsBeWqOJsWPrn43IrsNpeFzVopSRaSR0yZc8x-t61cAcx_9bT7wB2cni-Ohb1WTw1k2iH7_mh7RUjCPozmmJsNgQvtw/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiRhByaYyQRoIAhyZEdCu079X4XBgtHt8_6fL9mxzwcfObsBeWqOJsWPrn43IrsNpeFzVopSRaSR0yZc8x-t61cAcx_9bT7wB2cni-Ohb1WTw1k2iH7_mh7RUjCPozmmJsNgQvtw/s640/IMG_0354.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">I bought a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Margaret-Moseleys-A-Garden-Remember/dp/149239131X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383932927&sr=8-1&keywords=a+garden+to+remember">new book</a>, and I have carried it over to the cabin all week to read and admire after my morning chores at the barn. It is a beautiful tribute to a lady and her garden. It is written by a friend from high school. <a href="http://www.gardenphotostream.com/">Martha Tate</a> has had an exciting life writing, working with HGTV, and traveling while meeting gardeners and seeing fabulous places and plants. The garden in her book was discovered close to her home. It is the journey of Margaret Mosley, a late bloomer herself ...who started gardening after raising her children. The book is filled with colorful photos, quotes, and an insight into this remarkable woman's life. It also speaks volumes about its author, Martha Tate, who has given this 97 year old woman one of the most precious gifts and tributes that anyone could ever receive. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> I suppose this book has hit close to home because my Mom is almost the age of Margaret Mosley. I found myself reading through tears...no, it is a very uplifting story, but yet it left a lump in my throat. I began thinking about the movie, "Blazing Saddles"... that line about the secret to life...that "one" thing. I now believe that one thing to be "passion"..a reason to get up every morning...something to look forward to seeing and anticipating...something that lights a fire in your heart and soul. It may be gardening or it may be something else, but it gives a person a reason for living. I know that my Mom is constantly plotting and planning something in the future...and yes, add a streak of stubbornness, but looking ahead instead of dwelling in the past is important. My Mom lived through a depression, a World War, having a spouse that was missing in action and then a POW..and then later lost him to Alzheimer's. She lost a child, too...and her parents, siblings, and now most of her friends. Not everyone will live to be 97, but however many years we are given on this earth, I hope that they are filled with our passions and a true will to<i><b> live</b></i>. This is my Mom a few weeks ago with her granddaughter!!!! She enjoyed a ride around the lake..on a 4 wheeler!! Something she had not done since the golf cart fire!</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8K326HBlGeN8UjOmj9ImLdED2Tpnw-eLb-nuDP8fRZ2glMZMj4rGDrtjPrUfH3-Z608WzxZ0m-GrNVmcDKmScW1Gf_KYAqC3k1jKUd6cJc8Vfm2eiuf1MOVpehDDZikOKD273g/s1600/IMG_9799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP8K326HBlGeN8UjOmj9ImLdED2Tpnw-eLb-nuDP8fRZ2glMZMj4rGDrtjPrUfH3-Z608WzxZ0m-GrNVmcDKmScW1Gf_KYAqC3k1jKUd6cJc8Vfm2eiuf1MOVpehDDZikOKD273g/s400/IMG_9799.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> My Mom has always loved plants, too. At one time, she grew the most beautiful African Violets. Later years, it has been Christmas Cactus. About 3 years ago, she began giving away all of her flowers. She gave our oldest daughter one of her favorite cactus saying she could no longer see well enough to take care of it. The next year, my daughter brought her that cactus back as a gift at Christmas. It was in full bloom and thriving! My Mom told her that she would keep it until January and then give it back to her...but it still sits on her "bar stools and boards" planter in her kitchen window! I don't think my daughter minds! Just this week, we went on a great Christmas Cactus search, but we discovered it is a little early for them to be at the garden centers. My Mom plans to give all the grandchildren a cactus for Christmas...and add a few to her collection!</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEZl9UGpRBMR0FquhSF_HYV0Uv1fcEopdgCxtup3XhjSiXMPwj-1YJCbTt-AieW2in6ocjjoHSLJgyf5YwPS1Q22WElZPbsA392GzVKpSfondngNumLQTSNtt8hyphenhyphenoLmUs8kPO7A/s1600/dcp_3840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEZl9UGpRBMR0FquhSF_HYV0Uv1fcEopdgCxtup3XhjSiXMPwj-1YJCbTt-AieW2in6ocjjoHSLJgyf5YwPS1Q22WElZPbsA392GzVKpSfondngNumLQTSNtt8hyphenhyphenoLmUs8kPO7A/s400/dcp_3840.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"> Lately, I have thought a lot about my life. This fall has been a little nostalgic. So many friends and family have passed away in the autumn months. I have written many more names on my <a href="http://thecabinpath.blogspot.com/2011/10/simple-gifts.html">Beech tree leave</a>s this year. How grateful I am to have known them. Certainly family and friends are important, but within us all, I think that spark of our own passion needs to be in a self preserving part of our soul to help us to be who we are. I have thought about my passion...this place and all of its plants and critters, and I sometimes think that it has become an obsession. I have always felt a deep connection to this place. A Lakota Elder once told me that I have always been its caregiver. I simply know it's home.</span><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulb1azUWBmAe3Ljg7jg9bOcTm_WJt6Y6E7SIuN4cJi19M0AtdRYIScijPcnJzLCLna-jENy7ZrkPBQWvruK5f3ISgxnE3xzVKgJtgrpJyZdupKiOOg8YW61NuQp5yo58eN6XbfQ/s1600/ray+morning+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulb1azUWBmAe3Ljg7jg9bOcTm_WJt6Y6E7SIuN4cJi19M0AtdRYIScijPcnJzLCLna-jENy7ZrkPBQWvruK5f3ISgxnE3xzVKgJtgrpJyZdupKiOOg8YW61NuQp5yo58eN6XbfQ/s400/ray+morning+013.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Thank you, Martha...your book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Margaret-Moseleys-A-Garden-Remember/dp/149239131X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1383932927&sr=8-1&keywords=a+garden+to+remember">A Garden to Remember</a>, will find a special place at The Cabin Path. I am so glad to reconnect with you after over 45 years! When I think of all of the friends I have met through The Cabin Path, I do feel there must be a mystical force working! Martha, you have inspired me to regroup and find a way to resume my workshops, and to also finish and publish my books! I would love to meet Margaret Mosley, and through your book, I feel as though I have. </span><br />
<br />The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-74556972691007764312013-02-01T10:14:00.001-05:002013-02-01T10:14:20.135-05:00“A friend is someone who dances with you in the sunlight, and walks with you in the shadows.”<br />
~ Anand Singh~<br /><br />Some of my morning greeters yesterday after a rough day of storms on Wednesday.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0lr_ZbGbF9U8lxbWLexKTWxGJzYJjq_r_QtHF_h-Gfm5I32HUAvhYfSSyGR8HWrwh_z1pq3wXfYKgFXwiVytZQiXwk6Wp6eIO52NBUnAqiJLliAQ02ven-D19BF-WsG_UcpqFg/s1600/deer+019a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0lr_ZbGbF9U8lxbWLexKTWxGJzYJjq_r_QtHF_h-Gfm5I32HUAvhYfSSyGR8HWrwh_z1pq3wXfYKgFXwiVytZQiXwk6Wp6eIO52NBUnAqiJLliAQ02ven-D19BF-WsG_UcpqFg/s640/deer+019a.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>
<br />The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-75332610395612895812012-11-19T23:53:00.000-05:002012-11-20T08:06:40.525-05:00Baby Blue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_n-a0B334chct8Wit7YuVkabmRCh0y5GKqG6jAuIohyphenhyphenXJemqdJA-YHoaE5y_U778MUJ3-j2h3VCjK1248plm1LSvREK8h6viuvVkzX_L-RA9OR-52dNJB74RI4ytnyp6QK4XLA/s1600/fog+streams+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_n-a0B334chct8Wit7YuVkabmRCh0y5GKqG6jAuIohyphenhyphenXJemqdJA-YHoaE5y_U778MUJ3-j2h3VCjK1248plm1LSvREK8h6viuvVkzX_L-RA9OR-52dNJB74RI4ytnyp6QK4XLA/s320/fog+streams+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye
so hard.” <br />
~A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh<i>~</i></div>
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:WordDocument>
<w:View>Normal</w:View>
<w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom>
<w:PunctuationKerning/>
<w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/>
<w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>
<w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent>
<w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>
<w:Compatibility>
<w:BreakWrappedTables/>
<w:SnapToGridInCell/>
<w:WrapTextWithPunct/>
<w:UseAsianBreakRules/>
<w:DontGrowAutofit/>
</w:Compatibility>
<w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel>
</w:WordDocument>
</xml><![endif]--><br />
<br />
<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
<w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156">
</w:LatentStyles>
</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]>
<style>
/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:"Table Normal";
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-parent:"";
mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin:0in;
mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:"Times New Roman";
mso-ansi-language:#0400;
mso-fareast-language:#0400;
mso-bidi-language:#0400;}
</style>
<![endif]-->
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I had forgotten that the deer were called White-tailed
Deer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Usually, they don’t run from me,
but for the last few weeks, they have. I suspect that someone has been in the
woods, probably hunting, but their trust in humans is gone. That is probably a
good thing..for them, but I enjoyed their greetings every morning.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They are starting to come back…a few does and
their growing spotties come up for breakfast, and I have notice a single
little guy that hangs around the horses and the cabin. The deer can be hard to
identify, although some have faces that look almost like llamas, some are more
of a tan color, some have scars or jagged ears, and of course the bucks can be
identified by their antlers and coloring.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Last week, while drinking my morning coffee and waiting for
the sunshine, I saw the swirling circle of a group of buzzards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now buzzards seem like disgusting creatures,
but they play an important role in nature.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>If there were no scavengers and cleaner uppers, the woods would reek!
They are interesting to watch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It seems
that they have spotters that report back to the pack when something is discovered,
but to one who has ancient horses, it was a disturbing way to start the day.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Arriving at the barn, I saw that the horses were fine and
hungry.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I went about feeding them, and I
was relieved to hear Shadow meowing from under the cabin porch. After morning
chores were finished, I decided to investigate a little further.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I took the trail above and behind the
cabin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t have to go too far
before I spotted the frenzy of eaters…and a deer on the ground.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I didn’t go too far, but I could see that it
was a doe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I don’t know if she had been
shot or hit by a car or what caused her death, but I knew she was one of the
girls.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They had been too scattered
lately to know who was missing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL18fnMhjxSMDUFh282muyWQ5EwerP4351Vh58ksyXdvFc2-VdgjmfoST3urXZXO7s6y2AcEMf81q9EqNjddIXj02F3cvJuvGErtWxg6qTVfp4OARW8_weFlNs4Aj30D_u7YtdQA/s1600/misc+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL18fnMhjxSMDUFh282muyWQ5EwerP4351Vh58ksyXdvFc2-VdgjmfoST3urXZXO7s6y2AcEMf81q9EqNjddIXj02F3cvJuvGErtWxg6qTVfp4OARW8_weFlNs4Aj30D_u7YtdQA/s320/misc+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Tonight at the barn, the little spring spottie was at the
barn, and again, it was by itself. By now, I had decided that it was the baby
of Little Blue, one of my favorites.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Deer have personalities just like people and pets.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some are grumpy and selfish, and some are
gentle, giving, and loving.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little Blue
was the doe that befriended a little mallard duck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> (She got her name from her hound dog like face and big brown eyes</span>.) The duck had an injured foot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It could fly, but it was hard for it to stand
or walk.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Almost every morning, it would
fly up to where Little Blue was eating, and she would run off the other deer
and ducks so the little guy could eat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
posted about them several times. She had her baby late in the spring, and I had
worried when she stayed in labor for several days.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This little guy had spots up until hunting
season, and Blue was very protective of it…She would never leave it alone for
so long. I’m sure she taught Baby Blue well (a name I gave it as I sat on the
cabin porch tonight in tears)…and I’ll do my part to watch over it.</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPppwjsqh2tNgSS-bws2WWJdYJjGBrr-K91Q6ke8iSThXqIIgzH4xzE90rJR8U1ueCr8WVpcX8SgHGnsqcO58hONpmKOea1LqYfbmggikQMbEof25PfVQQO0bHMA9wXayt1GZYw/s1600/fog+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghPppwjsqh2tNgSS-bws2WWJdYJjGBrr-K91Q6ke8iSThXqIIgzH4xzE90rJR8U1ueCr8WVpcX8SgHGnsqcO58hONpmKOea1LqYfbmggikQMbEof25PfVQQO0bHMA9wXayt1GZYw/s320/fog+034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Nature can be both beautiful and harsh.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Death is a part of life, but it seems that
there have been too many losses lately…and it has taken some of the most loving
and gentle souls…I sat on the cabin porch until it was almost dark. I realized
that my tears weren’t only for Little Blue, but also for my sister and for
friends that I’ve lost this year, but like Pooh, I’m lucky to have had
something that makes saying goodbye so hard. </div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHWW6Pkjd9a5Zwq0jw-rU3hxz7yQAm-FFnUNioFQthRTom42yMtGkto0SbUHkAvYsPTYCs-xTSMlblI4tvUb4HKO2lRl0SZIErCN9zuuaqdEKzEaYNYcG6H9nh0LVPcUse7wq-g/s1600/mushrooms+041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHWW6Pkjd9a5Zwq0jw-rU3hxz7yQAm-FFnUNioFQthRTom42yMtGkto0SbUHkAvYsPTYCs-xTSMlblI4tvUb4HKO2lRl0SZIErCN9zuuaqdEKzEaYNYcG6H9nh0LVPcUse7wq-g/s320/mushrooms+041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Little Blue and Baby Blue back in the spring.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-50306449174044939612012-08-21T07:18:00.000-04:002012-08-21T07:18:42.930-04:00Blue Mushrooms<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUT0M0ZKaSAfc7qGGhzA7XzYD6RAe4c5DPMCbw_O-GFn_pFxTB5XpjhjmvP_V8g_PGbGAlWsFTvD0TWBnUAt8GxLbcI7CrjrKt2mysGItIKOM6uDDIc7bF6aFsCwXfy7lMhs2GwQ/s1600/Blue+Brew+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUT0M0ZKaSAfc7qGGhzA7XzYD6RAe4c5DPMCbw_O-GFn_pFxTB5XpjhjmvP_V8g_PGbGAlWsFTvD0TWBnUAt8GxLbcI7CrjrKt2mysGItIKOM6uDDIc7bF6aFsCwXfy7lMhs2GwQ/s400/Blue+Brew+018.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Biological_classification" title="Biological classification">Scientific classification</a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"></span>Kingdom: <span class="kingdom"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fungi" title="Fungi">Fungi</a></span>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Division: <span class="division"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Basidiomycota" title="Basidiomycota">Basidiomycota</a></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Class: <span class="class"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agaricomycetes" title="Agaricomycetes">Agaricomycetes</a></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Order: <span class="order"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russulales" title="Russulales">Russulales</a></span>
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Family: <span class="family"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russulaceae" title="Russulaceae">Russulaceae</a></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Genus: <span class="genus"><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lactarius" title="Lactarius">Lactarius</a></i></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Species: <span class="species"><b><i>L. indigo</i></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="species"><b><i>Me:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That Blue Mushroom</i></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span class="species"><b><i>Over the weekend, I discovered
some blue mushrooms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I did not remember
seeing any before, but now that my eyes are watching for them, I have found
them in many different areas around the lake! I called on my friends from the Mushroom Club of Georgia, <a href="http://www.gamushroomclub.org/">www.gamushroomclub.org</a> a group that has visited TCP several times. They quickly
identified it as Lactarius indigo. Fascinated by the rich, deep color, I
decided to read up on dyes and mushrooms, and I began experimenting with a
batch! If all goes as planned, I hope to dye some cotton squares for new prayer
cloths for the labyrinth cove.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am
planning to use natural plant and mineral dyes found around here, and blue will
be a wonderful addition!</i></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgzjgbNBcURSkBNdDVgFDVQDmue1jnjQAKb91uJcBPhMt6Xflt2IR9H80E9O4pUV-J3il31Qx7o1BKvKGu_iTujkc-0O-tAl5UdRijBr8V9EMZDqw5xaNZEX2C89cC9gqFxqkrg/s1600/Blue+Brew+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgzjgbNBcURSkBNdDVgFDVQDmue1jnjQAKb91uJcBPhMt6Xflt2IR9H80E9O4pUV-J3il31Qx7o1BKvKGu_iTujkc-0O-tAl5UdRijBr8V9EMZDqw5xaNZEX2C89cC9gqFxqkrg/s320/Blue+Brew+019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<span class="species"><b><i>I started with the mushrooms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Immediately, I was surprised by the oozy blue
“milk” all over my hands from simply picking it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I knew the mushroom was edible, so I was not
worried about any toxins, but it reminded me of an almost permanent blue
medicine I once used on horse cuts and scratches.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(I was thinking I might have to hide my hands
for awhile!)</i></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WVf5LTvPRQ9KQ4TeKUXRRAg2H1b3hgPesXcpx18SwXc6wN-IGYPkh3SAw9uV1pJr8Ubm8w2gWrgCTSgi8JpgMh6WT3OGCn54WVOkTik9idB9XYtcXIbt1akIhJ-jtxvZXbkEFQ/s1600/Blue+Brew+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6WVf5LTvPRQ9KQ4TeKUXRRAg2H1b3hgPesXcpx18SwXc6wN-IGYPkh3SAw9uV1pJr8Ubm8w2gWrgCTSgi8JpgMh6WT3OGCn54WVOkTik9idB9XYtcXIbt1akIhJ-jtxvZXbkEFQ/s400/Blue+Brew+021.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<b><span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I boiled 2 cups of water, and I added about ½ cup of
vinegar. I sliced the mushrooms and
added them to the pot of hot water. I
let them steep until cooled, and then I poured them into jars to “age.” In reading more about these mushrooms, they
turn greenish when exposed to air, so one of the mushrooms may have been too
old…the batch seems to have a greenish tint, but I’m learning!! In looking at
the paper towel I used to clean the dirt off of the mushroom, I saw that the
dye is that bold blue…maybe I need to use my mortise and pestle and smash them
up and use that for stamping….maybe that’s tomorrow’s project!</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here are some pictures from today:</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIICJTF05k7N4vvQrxhEfRX2lKPhKdFRjIAvA1kMJHSweGlYxqZgs3wNtVZ3NrPiJPJ6L99yuB0u9C2M0QdkA1MWEs6RH9pl4o-c5feEtVE1c5p1vURU4NWZ4vGBZVuhhXF0lHYQ/s1600/Blue+Brew+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIICJTF05k7N4vvQrxhEfRX2lKPhKdFRjIAvA1kMJHSweGlYxqZgs3wNtVZ3NrPiJPJ6L99yuB0u9C2M0QdkA1MWEs6RH9pl4o-c5feEtVE1c5p1vURU4NWZ4vGBZVuhhXF0lHYQ/s400/Blue+Brew+022.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5abt00AXcmNKXBD57kmRJTVbg5O0jwcRcod9arhpQTk3x3nx4RAmBAH6mIaICiK505ha3iXqXi8RUoD3-AJGVMvJ-9_IGYxqwqq9WSwMyK8KObGrmYjlB7uxtSy0tT6VZlmRgbg/s1600/Blue+Brew+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5abt00AXcmNKXBD57kmRJTVbg5O0jwcRcod9arhpQTk3x3nx4RAmBAH6mIaICiK505ha3iXqXi8RUoD3-AJGVMvJ-9_IGYxqwqq9WSwMyK8KObGrmYjlB7uxtSy0tT6VZlmRgbg/s400/Blue+Brew+023.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO-cvohia9CLXY2CxretyVAfE7RIsAtgmY5CP9H5Fw-d5vLiTFU4BnVwiJEXJXvLH1T4veO7OuWy9Xn597ydiozoV5vb3UkzgYf82wGNmN3_WWGOfzjFppqmPCJ-GOFbVSHtbRQ/s1600/Blue+Brew+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisO-cvohia9CLXY2CxretyVAfE7RIsAtgmY5CP9H5Fw-d5vLiTFU4BnVwiJEXJXvLH1T4veO7OuWy9Xn597ydiozoV5vb3UkzgYf82wGNmN3_WWGOfzjFppqmPCJ-GOFbVSHtbRQ/s400/Blue+Brew+027.JPG" width="400" /> </a></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKJfBe629xiG1s1Pr2tZGLwPCbqIA17cGHeDhpuizeXOTwrhoWf_T72mbufY1d1Ti9LqXoYdGBX_YcjCtUiBWyDRE8iDY5mzAjzcUpoyhB6A247CYBrUHGyFCZ75nrUKSxxDP_A/s1600/Blue+Brew+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKJfBe629xiG1s1Pr2tZGLwPCbqIA17cGHeDhpuizeXOTwrhoWf_T72mbufY1d1Ti9LqXoYdGBX_YcjCtUiBWyDRE8iDY5mzAjzcUpoyhB6A247CYBrUHGyFCZ75nrUKSxxDP_A/s400/Blue+Brew+032.JPG" width="400" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsHeyh7jDdd8npAdZzew2hlK-U05O6w_JpVgxSOUDgoHR1uIENj5x6-GSjHBzhBgocXV7UPcNlyCMhQwdxHtsinhwdWh_rnXsM4tHObLLC3OarphhriSYR2AskFt5rzDAIpzmyA/s1600/Blue+Brew+039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEsHeyh7jDdd8npAdZzew2hlK-U05O6w_JpVgxSOUDgoHR1uIENj5x6-GSjHBzhBgocXV7UPcNlyCMhQwdxHtsinhwdWh_rnXsM4tHObLLC3OarphhriSYR2AskFt5rzDAIpzmyA/s400/Blue+Brew+039.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-11467348913935682402012-06-12T09:42:00.000-04:002012-06-12T09:42:12.976-04:00Mushroom Club of GeorgiaThe Mushroom Club of Georgia had a mushroom hunt here at The Cabin Path!<br />
<br />
<embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthecabinpath%2Falbumid%2F5752875774451530273%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMnZ_sqr0-3bWw%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"></embed>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-77111772791969130032012-04-04T13:53:00.000-04:002012-04-04T13:53:08.760-04:00Dam Beavers <br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_XqFOO6QnGzIXvIv6JTnlAZeX6Iz0gxSqcwkMi1KNJCHo1zPjEhfmPGARjXPn-uO2PMvQZajU1yiFzHOwlNNN3D5P4G4TnkiMSBRB4GYHacD2HYeeObd0nZKzqjua37IzbUBNA/s1600/Dam+Beavers+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_XqFOO6QnGzIXvIv6JTnlAZeX6Iz0gxSqcwkMi1KNJCHo1zPjEhfmPGARjXPn-uO2PMvQZajU1yiFzHOwlNNN3D5P4G4TnkiMSBRB4GYHacD2HYeeObd0nZKzqjua37IzbUBNA/s400/Dam+Beavers+010.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Sounds like a few thunderstorms for the afternoon, so the dogs and I set off to check on the spillway. Yup, the beaver has been busy again, and we have decided that before summer, we need to get a tractor in here to scoop out all of the beaver's handiwork so the spillway for the lake will not be such a daily worry. As I dug, I began remember an article that was sent to me several years ago when we were dealing with another clan of beavers on the lake. Laughing and digging in almost knee deep water and mud, I decided to hunt up that article..and I found it!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">This is an actual letter sent to a man named Ryan
DeVries regarding a pond on his property. It was sent by the Pennsylvania
Department of Environmental Quality, State of <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:place></st1:state>. <span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<b><span style="background: white;">SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W,
Sec. 20; <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Lycoming</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">County</st1:placetype></st1:place><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<br />
Dear Mr. DeVries:</span></b><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">It has come to the attention of the Department
of Environmental Quality that there has been recent unauthorized activity on
the above referenced parcel of property. You have been certified as the legal
landowner and/or contractor who did the following unauthorized activity:<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Construction and maintenance of two wood debris
dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">A permit must be issued prior to the start of
this type of activity. A review of the Department's files shows that no permits
have been issued. Therefore, the Department has determined that this activity
is in violation of Part 301, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:placename w:st="on">Inland</st1:placename>
<st1:placetype w:st="on">Lakes</st1:placetype></st1:place> and Streams, of the
Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts
of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled
Laws, annotated.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">The Department has been informed that one or
both of the dams partially failed during a recent rain event, causing debris
and flooding at downstream locations. We find that dams of this nature are
inherently hazardous and cannot be permitted. The Department therefore orders
you to cease and desist all activities at this location, and to restore the
stream to a free-flow condition by removing all wood and brush forming t he
dams from the stream channel. All restoration work shall be completed no later
than January 31, 2006.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Please notify this office when the restoration
has been completed so that a follow-up site inspection may be scheduled by our
staff. Failure to comply with this request or any further unauthorized activity
on the site may result in this case being referred for elevated enforcement
action..<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background: white;">We anticipate and would appreciate your full
cooperation in this matter. Please feel free to contact me at this office if
you have any questions.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Sincerely,</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">David L. Price</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">District Representative and Water Management
Division.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<b><span style="background: white;">Here is the actual response sent back by Mr.
DeVries:</span></b><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Re: DEQ File No. 97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec.
20; Lycoming County<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Dear Mr. Price,</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Your certified letter dated 12/17/02 has been
handed to me to respond to. I am the legal landowner but not the Contractor at <st1:street w:st="on"><st1:address w:st="on">2088 Dagget Lane</st1:address></st1:street>,
Trout Run, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:state w:st="on">Pennsylvania</st1:state></st1:place>.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">A couple of beavers are in the (State
unauthorized) process of constructing and maintaining two wood 'debris' dams
across the outlet stream of my Spring Pond. While I did not pay for, authorize,
nor supervise their dam project, I think they would be highly offended that you
call their skillful use of natures building materials 'debris.'<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">I would like to challenge your department to
attempt to emulate their dam project any time and/or any place you choose. I
believe I can safely state there is no way you could ever match their dam
skills, their dam resourcefulness, their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence,
their dam determination and/or their dam work ethic.</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">These are the beavers/contractors you are
seeking. As to your request, I do not think the beavers are aware that they
must first fill out a dam permit prior to the start of this type of dam activity.</span><br />
<b><span style="background: white;"><br />
My first dam question to you is:</span></b><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">(1) Are you trying to discriminate against my
Spring Pond Beavers, or</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">(2) do you require all beavers throughout this
State to conform to said dam request?<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">If you are not discriminating against these
particular beavers, through the Freedom of Information Act, I request completed
copies of all those other applicable beaver dam permits that have been issued.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">(Perhaps we will see if there really is a dam
violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and
Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being
sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled Laws, annotated.)</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">I have several concerns. My first concern is,
aren't the beavers entitled to legal representation? The Spring Pond Beavers
are financially destitute and are unable to pay for said representation -- so
the State will have to provide them with a dam lawyer. The Department's dam
concern that either one or both of the dams failed during a recent rain event,
causing flooding, is proof that this is a natural occurrence, which the
Department is required to protect. In other words, we should leave the Spring
Pond Beavers alone rather than harassing them and calling them dam names.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">If you want the stream 'restored' to a dam
free-flow condition please contact the beavers -- but if you are going to
arrest them, they obviously did not pay any attention to your dam letter, they
being unable to read English.<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">In my humble opinion, the Spring Pond Beavers
have a right to build their unauthorized dams as long as the sky is blue, the
grass is green and water flows downstream. They have more dam rights than I do
to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the Department of Natural Resources and
Environmental Protection lives up to its name, it should protect the natural
resources (Beavers) and the environment (Beavers' Dams).<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">So, as far as the beavers and I are concerned,
this dam case can be referred for more elevated enforcement action right now.
Why wait until 1/31/2006? The Spring Pond Beavers may be under the dam ice then
and there will be no way for you or your dam staff to contact/harass them.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">In conclusion, I would like to bring to your
attention to a real environmental quality, health, problem in the area. It is the
bears! Bears are actually defecating in our woods. I definitely believe you
should be persec uting the defecating bears and leave the beavers alone. If you
are going to investigate the beaver dam, watch your step! The bears are not
careful where they dump!<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">Being unable to comply with your dam request,
and being unable to contact you on your dam answering machine, I am sending
this response to your dam office.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">THANK YOU,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><br />
<br />
<span style="background: white;">RYAN DEVRIES</span><br />
<span style="background: white;">& THE DAM BEAVERS</span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqfxtpkzh40BtgmBrQGO7ZhzG6iFQUsshlCbGrQ0j6HMCb1oEERQssW7x2aApxek0E2h4xiQ_inrrOzGZToW7Bykwd-ahtl4BUrwtzn0MGZLLarmXSKwCq6_6U30fWMf1LdPaUw/s1600/Dam+Beavers+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqfxtpkzh40BtgmBrQGO7ZhzG6iFQUsshlCbGrQ0j6HMCb1oEERQssW7x2aApxek0E2h4xiQ_inrrOzGZToW7Bykwd-ahtl4BUrwtzn0MGZLLarmXSKwCq6_6U30fWMf1LdPaUw/s400/Dam+Beavers+008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background: white;"> </span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background: white;"><br /></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"><span style="background: white;"> Enough said!!!! ♥</span></span></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-61016653659379954932012-03-30T11:31:00.000-04:002012-03-30T12:14:24.734-04:00Native AzaleasThe Native Azaleas have been beautiful this year.....(click on the Full Screen Mode at bottom right!)<br />
<br />
<div style="width: 466px;">
<object height="375" width="466"> <param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"/>
<param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=Fi3Qq3Tk&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=466&viewerHeight=375&autoPlayBack=false&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false"/>
<param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/>
<param name="quality" value="high"/>
<embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=Fi3Qq3Tk&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=466&viewerHeight=375&autoPlayBack=false&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"></embed> </object></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-52921155928970831532012-03-11T16:29:00.000-04:002012-03-11T16:31:57.033-04:00Spring Wildflowers 2012<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> Spring Wildflowers 2012</span><br />
<br />
A walk around today looking for the spring wildflowers! It's been a strange year...a very warm winter and early spring, but it seems as though the wildflowers aren't enjoying the warmer temperatures! Early spring wildflowers, like Hepatica, began blooming in February, but they were nipped by a cold spell. Very few are blooming now. Bloodroot and Trillium seem stunted and fewer than usual. I'll keep watching. The treasure hunt is just beginning!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpeMEpgGjds/T10EptbCdwI/AAAAAAAAMxg/bZkjDUxnNKQ/s1600/IMG_2668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fpeMEpgGjds/T10EptbCdwI/AAAAAAAAMxg/bZkjDUxnNKQ/s400/IMG_2668.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2xJLwRke9A/T10EqQNldLI/AAAAAAAAMxo/zaS5bGy4YVA/s1600/IMG_2669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L2xJLwRke9A/T10EqQNldLI/AAAAAAAAMxo/zaS5bGy4YVA/s400/IMG_2669.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5fTCtNdS_8/T10ErXZs0uI/AAAAAAAAMxw/p_UyXhbf_vs/s1600/IMG_2671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e5fTCtNdS_8/T10ErXZs0uI/AAAAAAAAMxw/p_UyXhbf_vs/s400/IMG_2671.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmlqhGghP38/T10EsZ3_DLI/AAAAAAAAMx4/c37h1vCAt0U/s1600/IMG_2673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WmlqhGghP38/T10EsZ3_DLI/AAAAAAAAMx4/c37h1vCAt0U/s400/IMG_2673.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpiYjyNXrLQ/T10EuJY9KHI/AAAAAAAAMyA/v4AjpxYBIiw/s1600/IMG_2674.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpiYjyNXrLQ/T10EuJY9KHI/AAAAAAAAMyA/v4AjpxYBIiw/s400/IMG_2674.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1tZeD3eKAg/T10EvTNIpcI/AAAAAAAAMyI/-MWkM4_8amE/s1600/IMG_2662.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I1tZeD3eKAg/T10EvTNIpcI/AAAAAAAAMyI/-MWkM4_8amE/s400/IMG_2662.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MnwHb4gPGg/T10EwQmIgHI/AAAAAAAAMyQ/01LaxeYO7B0/s1600/IMG_2695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9MnwHb4gPGg/T10EwQmIgHI/AAAAAAAAMyQ/01LaxeYO7B0/s400/IMG_2695.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALcEzSyWpeE/T10Ex1kN6_I/AAAAAAAAMyY/XGmRysC-ruI/s1600/IMG_2696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALcEzSyWpeE/T10Ex1kN6_I/AAAAAAAAMyY/XGmRysC-ruI/s400/IMG_2696.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrEGZ7YMmng/T10EzFlE3eI/AAAAAAAAMyg/0ML3GjwXsx4/s1600/IMG_2698.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TrEGZ7YMmng/T10EzFlE3eI/AAAAAAAAMyg/0ML3GjwXsx4/s400/IMG_2698.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kZqRUed-Js/T10E0Zi8JqI/AAAAAAAAMyo/LWZXma3IYh0/s1600/IMG_2705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7kZqRUed-Js/T10E0Zi8JqI/AAAAAAAAMyo/LWZXma3IYh0/s400/IMG_2705.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMljEA0H_e4/T10E2-kh3vI/AAAAAAAAMyw/ebBYaApCMFE/s1600/IMG_2709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMljEA0H_e4/T10E2-kh3vI/AAAAAAAAMyw/ebBYaApCMFE/s400/IMG_2709.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOPagJeWGeM/T10E4HbbWOI/AAAAAAAAMy4/ihehM317t-M/s1600/IMG_2710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HOPagJeWGeM/T10E4HbbWOI/AAAAAAAAMy4/ihehM317t-M/s400/IMG_2710.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AbZZpZH-n0Q/T10E5WsusHI/AAAAAAAAMzA/K_RWQTd2jT4/s1600/IMG_2711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AbZZpZH-n0Q/T10E5WsusHI/AAAAAAAAMzA/K_RWQTd2jT4/s400/IMG_2711.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KShO6YxFe0M/T10E6mH6vlI/AAAAAAAAMzI/JkHyYqI32PQ/s1600/IMG_2714.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KShO6YxFe0M/T10E6mH6vlI/AAAAAAAAMzI/JkHyYqI32PQ/s400/IMG_2714.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHShFgbnR3I/T10E71Xx90I/AAAAAAAAMzQ/XpzSa9S4r1Y/s1600/IMG_2718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xHShFgbnR3I/T10E71Xx90I/AAAAAAAAMzQ/XpzSa9S4r1Y/s400/IMG_2718.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqGXEXCyinc/T10E9dbo9zI/AAAAAAAAMzY/PKGK0bh7lhw/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oqGXEXCyinc/T10E9dbo9zI/AAAAAAAAMzY/PKGK0bh7lhw/s400/IMG_2726.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi_DQy3o7WA/T10E--JVWOI/AAAAAAAAMzg/DH7pRbOprGA/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zi_DQy3o7WA/T10E--JVWOI/AAAAAAAAMzg/DH7pRbOprGA/s400/IMG_2729.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
....and an early <b>flying</b> wildflower!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7QGZZU1h5E/T10FAnDnd0I/AAAAAAAAMzo/tke3_UTOr7E/s1600/IMG_2727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="328" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f7QGZZU1h5E/T10FAnDnd0I/AAAAAAAAMzo/tke3_UTOr7E/s400/IMG_2727.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-92143255040665535892012-03-02T12:03:00.000-05:002012-03-02T12:03:15.390-05:00Preparing for the Storm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8C6M9F0ZU5kiaVUYA9Aa5ZiC_wtWPrx1D1XAIHVpo-7ZCE_JiRxoAszQudqxZzsDE1ZBj5U0FLnxr54JRsTuaq1amUjCI0lV7_2fQT9bhQP9PXmws94OgrB98I2G9tHn8bNsFSA/s1600/beaver+spillway+020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8C6M9F0ZU5kiaVUYA9Aa5ZiC_wtWPrx1D1XAIHVpo-7ZCE_JiRxoAszQudqxZzsDE1ZBj5U0FLnxr54JRsTuaq1amUjCI0lV7_2fQT9bhQP9PXmws94OgrB98I2G9tHn8bNsFSA/s400/beaver+spillway+020.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
There is an unsettled feeling this morning. Storms are suppose to move in overnight. One of the jobs here at The Cabin Path is to make sure that the spillway (overflow creek) of the lake is open and flowing. In the last few years, this has not been a problem because of the drought. Also, a neighbor thinned the beaver population ( not my idea!...), so I did not have to constantly undo his handy work before every rain. Well, we've had rain, and we have a new beaver, so I noticed on my walk yesterday that he had once again stopped up the spillway!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWVMkvB-B2ofouMEHqzn3OSlAQ7SHc-9VM6PlOsD3xcj8F8oWuQVoNE75EvFkJE1wBx4VS0olySHvWAoACBOVvQ2t3QosBH1TCvAKH6SGRsQnDv7ZIYIMoJOKnPrsZ42zAYy0bg/s1600/beaver+spillway+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigWVMkvB-B2ofouMEHqzn3OSlAQ7SHc-9VM6PlOsD3xcj8F8oWuQVoNE75EvFkJE1wBx4VS0olySHvWAoACBOVvQ2t3QosBH1TCvAKH6SGRsQnDv7ZIYIMoJOKnPrsZ42zAYy0bg/s320/beaver+spillway+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Not that bad, just some sticks and packed mud, but it was enough to stop the flow of the water, and we are in for a night of heavy rain! I removed the sticks first, and the mud can then be dug out.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nXSDQfCmCQCk26oebXsL-JpXpnNiedSQx2T_N8PoPBCHNCpI2WmbvpyHJIA8Nr6loseIpN1vJ1jXzjVXx7ZovMciqZl43SdAUeiCjjEuiItSJJ3OT_rQGzN265nQwXxVE8xjqg/s1600/beaver+spillway+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1nXSDQfCmCQCk26oebXsL-JpXpnNiedSQx2T_N8PoPBCHNCpI2WmbvpyHJIA8Nr6loseIpN1vJ1jXzjVXx7ZovMciqZl43SdAUeiCjjEuiItSJJ3OT_rQGzN265nQwXxVE8xjqg/s320/beaver+spillway+031.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
(My pile of sticks..notice the chewed ends)</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhz0Y_jadFb2hyphenhyphenfNEcVPRjNmUxn4H-Bs4CLWKya03mHP8rD1Fz7jMiYcG4lN10vTgCdmX5Pb5bq4hUIEQj89u9QceO05vtsfsiBfyl_WNA0KPssHQ3Kd5GdgwITKaI8aGpaKHIhg/s1600/beaver+spillway+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhz0Y_jadFb2hyphenhyphenfNEcVPRjNmUxn4H-Bs4CLWKya03mHP8rD1Fz7jMiYcG4lN10vTgCdmX5Pb5bq4hUIEQj89u9QceO05vtsfsiBfyl_WNA0KPssHQ3Kd5GdgwITKaI8aGpaKHIhg/s320/beaver+spillway+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTZI3g3xJXWt-KC78tT-2dDgps2zUltOOoADBT16oAHWGPoDzSnD-lZx5o54UGrqWue_eDUN2WgsPpyZ4LXjJ00NIz2uiKy_mOsKLDwpTU5JZGAv6Xj3cBB9OWoVpGbQDXVLFuA/s1600/beaver+spillway+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTZI3g3xJXWt-KC78tT-2dDgps2zUltOOoADBT16oAHWGPoDzSnD-lZx5o54UGrqWue_eDUN2WgsPpyZ4LXjJ00NIz2uiKy_mOsKLDwpTU5JZGAv6Xj3cBB9OWoVpGbQDXVLFuA/s320/beaver+spillway+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Of course I had my helpers, Jessie, Dahli, Maddie, and Jack!!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBx0FlL3pS_zL5j6hfBrz13I7c3JPcHraa6xUUv0jco7MkCDQUlCpsxclAyfCi5Lvi2vgBxcQ36eGS_5J-42iMD54V19Yxztw0ifsThbUmLLrjCNsHK4Mkh2ebZyGA7EskT6KRdQ/s1600/beaver+spillway+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBx0FlL3pS_zL5j6hfBrz13I7c3JPcHraa6xUUv0jco7MkCDQUlCpsxclAyfCi5Lvi2vgBxcQ36eGS_5J-42iMD54V19Yxztw0ifsThbUmLLrjCNsHK4Mkh2ebZyGA7EskT6KRdQ/s400/beaver+spillway+017.JPG" width="400" /></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Jack is the supervisor...he doesn't really like to get his feet wet!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span id="goog_1568334540"></span><span id="goog_1568334541"></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwqrT8YNGH1g1c9ENsqoSs8qaUZT8tcrgqgp8vCh2GkxXUxUp6ja6ugPn-lki3G-1PXaiJs_E0CmJOhBzc7l5Xj-vWQnk9RFsH8CHQ8ysLJ8rCV2qwy-SmnKHZxjRMC2y3AMSCA/s1600/beaver+spillway+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwqrT8YNGH1g1c9ENsqoSs8qaUZT8tcrgqgp8vCh2GkxXUxUp6ja6ugPn-lki3G-1PXaiJs_E0CmJOhBzc7l5Xj-vWQnk9RFsH8CHQ8ysLJ8rCV2qwy-SmnKHZxjRMC2y3AMSCA/s320/beaver+spillway+004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
After some digging, the water is once again flowing!!!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkCtoOu9NXNmOPjouaaKgX9PoAinA9rEsyeSusKxtOnd_AFd-608tkmqQyl-w3oIcctNuGTuXfd6naNSa_JdCQsOfvsc_r0w-whP2nKGx0q6WEAesbdVZ49p5D9u0yI9WEnSv9g/s1600/beaver+spillway+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifkCtoOu9NXNmOPjouaaKgX9PoAinA9rEsyeSusKxtOnd_AFd-608tkmqQyl-w3oIcctNuGTuXfd6naNSa_JdCQsOfvsc_r0w-whP2nKGx0q6WEAesbdVZ49p5D9u0yI9WEnSv9g/s320/beaver+spillway+010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Meanwhile, the dogs have found one of the beaver's escape holes just down from the beaver dam....and they are digging. One day, maybe I can channel their efforts to help me!!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUJIeUFQRzxo9JeWsqCgfTwCBRHmBileif1zfT1DiMTK0zkQTYF_NcwDolXEiaydKQTzx7uHJHDsImeA2hIys6yv1kSYPp_cM7SSWbtkJmXvOFFFB_1chTJYAt5bnLH3srZX7sg/s1600/beaver+spillway+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgUJIeUFQRzxo9JeWsqCgfTwCBRHmBileif1zfT1DiMTK0zkQTYF_NcwDolXEiaydKQTzx7uHJHDsImeA2hIys6yv1kSYPp_cM7SSWbtkJmXvOFFFB_1chTJYAt5bnLH3srZX7sg/s400/beaver+spillway+025.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
It feels stormy, and the wind is blowing, but I love to watch the water....</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ9_7w6TN75No02OsWkylKrRbE2himZbZF4l2dQXxfKmNCv0R8Ww4T03tr9804AWpRJEcLKiZe6o-MtZlSFhYk2CVFky3pTvJrSHqSaTcI21BogL1F-fbVhr5Bw5RNW8WhHKEdw/s1600/beaver+spillway+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoQ9_7w6TN75No02OsWkylKrRbE2himZbZF4l2dQXxfKmNCv0R8Ww4T03tr9804AWpRJEcLKiZe6o-MtZlSFhYk2CVFky3pTvJrSHqSaTcI21BogL1F-fbVhr5Bw5RNW8WhHKEdw/s400/beaver+spillway+024.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
one more task checked off.... with a little help from my friends!</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloVWgLYWAH32hHG7mXZgqbuBs2SKcpVsqsJbgJoebdYZs0vMw9wCxuka6R4BcU-2ggoQT3kjA82x4Ocsq-tfErfXtRE_xJP5Vrr8cHv4_53xg_I9F6VvDjaGOv4sFwiLAsKN3NQ/s1600/beaver+spillway+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhloVWgLYWAH32hHG7mXZgqbuBs2SKcpVsqsJbgJoebdYZs0vMw9wCxuka6R4BcU-2ggoQT3kjA82x4Ocsq-tfErfXtRE_xJP5Vrr8cHv4_53xg_I9F6VvDjaGOv4sFwiLAsKN3NQ/s320/beaver+spillway+038.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-19698802857338716772012-02-08T19:46:00.000-05:002012-02-08T19:46:22.042-05:00Sculptures in the Woods<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzryVdBF22sAS7YM8O2Qxi9MvbCBRuidDAWDczDd-IuLyRt5mzhpVj6RyrFU_n0L748wnHng4FSZlXmjW6r71t6Rc-slSj-y00yahnArU5LOM-DMw1pZNcQjsfme1ArSju9tgEg/s1600/full+moon+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilzryVdBF22sAS7YM8O2Qxi9MvbCBRuidDAWDczDd-IuLyRt5mzhpVj6RyrFU_n0L748wnHng4FSZlXmjW6r71t6Rc-slSj-y00yahnArU5LOM-DMw1pZNcQjsfme1ArSju9tgEg/s400/full+moon+005.JPG" width="300" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sculptures in the Woods</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An old rotted
pine tree full of woodpecker holes caught my eye for this picture. It looked as
though it was adorned with a steeple of sorts…a design touch with a rustic
twist! A closer look revealed that it was the backbone of the old pine, or heartwood,
but it seemed to set this nesting spot apart from all the other ones. My own
picture made me wonder....what was that part of the pine tree called and how
was it formed?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSV2w9fdrv7ia4VCDWa621lIY-5cG66WXgL4XL5fGpm1vAeOz4Do3-L0MVZh-iFuYV2FaRvCPwTC-sae0xUWFR9qiL-pS8C2xOQQmC_hGu6haCuE-DsBOH0A2lBm6fo59SEjFE4g/s1600/fatwood1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSV2w9fdrv7ia4VCDWa621lIY-5cG66WXgL4XL5fGpm1vAeOz4Do3-L0MVZh-iFuYV2FaRvCPwTC-sae0xUWFR9qiL-pS8C2xOQQmC_hGu6haCuE-DsBOH0A2lBm6fo59SEjFE4g/s400/fatwood1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
There are many of these sculptures around in
the woods...a pine tree will die and rot away, and the center will remain
standing with twists and knots and gnarls...I always called it "wood
art" without much thought. I found
that they are the results of the pine resin in the tree. If a tree receives a
wound, the resin will rush to that spot to protect the scar. Resin also collects
in the heart, or center of the pine tree, and it resists decay. </div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithqw-lVn5mkEH1-Gl9blnGH1Cno1qrFzJvdJvzcVPdNk6m3Wo4sM3ESJBofIz2rJnge8RkqcoeAj4gfJi9cEyNlsC-BhBv1kHGEwF-mY-_Kl6t3VOFepGvY8TaInNuS7Xe_EGrA/s1600/fatwood3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEithqw-lVn5mkEH1-Gl9blnGH1Cno1qrFzJvdJvzcVPdNk6m3Wo4sM3ESJBofIz2rJnge8RkqcoeAj4gfJi9cEyNlsC-BhBv1kHGEwF-mY-_Kl6t3VOFepGvY8TaInNuS7Xe_EGrA/s320/fatwood3.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5P1vF6tXH34Xoa1ST6b5FAOrOr9y-SRr8fHIjWIZGzZ5EgSRLrKXLRfuQDJOPeCWq_YzNpmPiJG1IS7GQs8WOlyBR9tnRy_SWvYzggmSX520Qv5ZIoSQ_ECCUEz-03rM5pZ5BiA/s1600/fatwood2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5P1vF6tXH34Xoa1ST6b5FAOrOr9y-SRr8fHIjWIZGzZ5EgSRLrKXLRfuQDJOPeCWq_YzNpmPiJG1IS7GQs8WOlyBR9tnRy_SWvYzggmSX520Qv5ZIoSQ_ECCUEz-03rM5pZ5BiA/s320/fatwood2.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><br /></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Some folks call
it fatwood, stump candy, lighterd, lightern, lighter knot...many old time
names. I remember my Grandfather having a bucket of "lightern." He used it to start his fires, and it would
light with a match. I remember finding
stumps that he would chop up and save. Most chunks of lightern are sticky and smell
like crushed pine needles. They will light even when wet, and it has been a
valued firestarter as early as prehistoric times. I also read that too many
pieces in a wood stove can cause damage because of its extreme heat (something
I’m glad to know for the cabin!)</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I always look for lightern on my walks. It
usually resembles stalagmites or little gnome hats! Most are found in stumps,
but evidently sometimes it will stretch up the tree, and I have found many that
are as tall as six feet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgow-bR9OwgL5LWRw-mYnQ-CWS997jEhw_xm5XqL4cZlRm4BTJU2hY-zKpG9UJsnj2LlCY1hCPBxwJMp-y_TbA4fC1G40NNLMrfBYSRfuGE3JgyCX6leGM2m_STVptMd1swS6PQMw/s1600/fatwood+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgow-bR9OwgL5LWRw-mYnQ-CWS997jEhw_xm5XqL4cZlRm4BTJU2hY-zKpG9UJsnj2LlCY1hCPBxwJMp-y_TbA4fC1G40NNLMrfBYSRfuGE3JgyCX6leGM2m_STVptMd1swS6PQMw/s320/fatwood+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In my readings about fatwood or lightern,
not every fallen pine tree will make lightern. Pine resin will become more of a
solid, and if the tree falls or is cut at a certain time of the year, or if the
ground soil is a certain acidity, and if the tree is just the right condition
and had the right amount of sap when it was living, it will leave lightern. In
other words, it doesn’t happen all the time!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"> </span> Search <i>fatwood</i>.
There are many very interesting forums and stories about it out there. I do know, it is wonderful kindling... better
than those store bought wax logs, but I think I love their art work in the
woods even more! </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gZhudGs_-i2qkF_oP7tkqfl6wlVuAwrwz5q-NqK9v8WNR3sz5_e7YriGr9MM81SkP7rnW86chsni6q0zRUw5jQp1hfzgWhHwS8QiQY6PbVHliCUTUckbD9Sl_VIVmRXAFpvILg/s1600/full+moon+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gZhudGs_-i2qkF_oP7tkqfl6wlVuAwrwz5q-NqK9v8WNR3sz5_e7YriGr9MM81SkP7rnW86chsni6q0zRUw5jQp1hfzgWhHwS8QiQY6PbVHliCUTUckbD9Sl_VIVmRXAFpvILg/s320/full+moon+002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p> </o:p></div>
<br />The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-10781770222675288252012-01-31T12:04:00.001-05:002012-01-31T12:04:48.491-05:00I promised an update on Nanna's Leaf!! I have had other requests to come and remember loved ones and pets. I always envisioned a Remembrance Tree on the hill overlooking the cabin. I would love to have copper stamped leaves, but somehow, the simple Beech leaves do seem more appropriate for The Cabin Path!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioizdDYaZeYK01ZiuSA_rS_Pv2lnv76wGETGalsg_TCe8gr00Md9vZmD9DOnax8TZ4xSW5M6dnU3y3hYX5USbstbCYoJoOZUE7BIq8g6zsAZWk1aXlQrpo-yL3ZwoSOYo6KVvAiA/s1600/sunday+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioizdDYaZeYK01ZiuSA_rS_Pv2lnv76wGETGalsg_TCe8gr00Md9vZmD9DOnax8TZ4xSW5M6dnU3y3hYX5USbstbCYoJoOZUE7BIq8g6zsAZWk1aXlQrpo-yL3ZwoSOYo6KVvAiA/s320/sunday+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
I am hoping to start my workshops back in the spring!! Oh, the trail work that needs to be done!! Be watching for my announcement for Earth Day!!The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-88608647931885799162011-10-31T07:38:00.001-04:002011-10-31T07:38:26.302-04:00Happy Halloween!!<br />
<br />
An updated version of last year's Photoshow....<a href="http://www.photoshow.com/watch/Ab8qh9fd">Happy Halloween!</a>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-58387291575461711112011-10-25T13:30:00.000-04:002011-10-25T13:30:41.501-04:00Simple Gifts <br />
Simple Gifts<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggE16GB-n3uaeEtQs2W8FcF35DUbJ6qGiYl3oQYiabPQCjfLrV_eaWsBSDUcpmfAPgIF7PeH1iOtT_rWNhORPrzCgc_XQ4jSSLdO7TdTG3OM1BNkQJl0KphKAfvV07ihPgt72nBw/s1600/Nanna%2527s+leaves+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggE16GB-n3uaeEtQs2W8FcF35DUbJ6qGiYl3oQYiabPQCjfLrV_eaWsBSDUcpmfAPgIF7PeH1iOtT_rWNhORPrzCgc_XQ4jSSLdO7TdTG3OM1BNkQJl0KphKAfvV07ihPgt72nBw/s400/Nanna%2527s+leaves+017.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>
<br />
It's been almost a year since my last children's workshop. I have missed them. Fall was always my favorite time with the Pioneer Workshops at the log cabin. We'd have a cabin dinner...either pot luck or veggie soup and cornbread on the old wood stove. We'd do "chores" and even have a one room school lesson, and then we would eat our lunch outside on straw bales and makeshift board tables.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBY70c8kvtjTwc7Jl6ljiv_Z_NmA97Gmor2Pi9oKcvhgtDT6G-nqI4Mg46d26mcEIybR9X1qLbNtIFzlmY1a7l0gFd_vHS_Xg2Ot0OJh04eMcyOLNdtdDK2y-wnAhyrNKVlHGMgg/s1600/Pioneer+NA+Workshops+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBY70c8kvtjTwc7Jl6ljiv_Z_NmA97Gmor2Pi9oKcvhgtDT6G-nqI4Mg46d26mcEIybR9X1qLbNtIFzlmY1a7l0gFd_vHS_Xg2Ot0OJh04eMcyOLNdtdDK2y-wnAhyrNKVlHGMgg/s320/Pioneer+NA+Workshops+025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYT6EEe0smqqP9PG_9egt9u2RtH3PyMAlEhQ3TPjSUGdYHwGXG-12EDgHJG41Hh89o_dNYMXrtg2mCF-kgK65etKWd2I-8dgnzsqdkY_O0fKkZZZlNTfHhtOyNEd1zBekhFIF2Q/s1600/Cabin+Dinner+3+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUYT6EEe0smqqP9PG_9egt9u2RtH3PyMAlEhQ3TPjSUGdYHwGXG-12EDgHJG41Hh89o_dNYMXrtg2mCF-kgK65etKWd2I-8dgnzsqdkY_O0fKkZZZlNTfHhtOyNEd1zBekhFIF2Q/s320/Cabin+Dinner+3+016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: navy; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: x-small;"><div align="right">
<br /></div>
<div align="right">
<br /></div>
<div align="right">
-</div>
</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq3PbpM8X91dpQAx_M29lzQUeVsADkK6UlBTnsvsVKo3vWj8eLhTFH1tD_CvHX8ybClx0zJvgebZSE_lVbzgLKbswPuKzsfSG31g2125l2-QqgKQRDc0DqVFeNFQLTgd7GhxU0w/s1600/Pioneer+NA+Workshops+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXq3PbpM8X91dpQAx_M29lzQUeVsADkK6UlBTnsvsVKo3vWj8eLhTFH1tD_CvHX8ybClx0zJvgebZSE_lVbzgLKbswPuKzsfSG31g2125l2-QqgKQRDc0DqVFeNFQLTgd7GhxU0w/s320/Pioneer+NA+Workshops+010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Previous Pioneer Workshops<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
I'd usually have my Tree Workshop in the fall, too. Everyone soon learned that one of my favorite trees here at TCP was the Beech. Beech tree leaves will stay on the trees through the winter. As the frosts and freezes come, their green leaves change to brown paper bag looking leaves. On windy winter days, they will dance and play their crackling songs. I always imagined that the Quaking Aspens have nothing on the Georgia Beech trees! Only the new spring growth will push off the brown bag leaves to make way for the new ones. The old leaves will then drop to the ground and help make new soil for all the living things in the woods.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebr9fR4m_7vmiokOJO71vXAoLeS74XZOnsD-5dJkoONOvbnVDYF1xeMZdW4-TMQW7pwsnm6i8L_v3EydqwEW9duOrpwYq37U58C68_bo9Tsly-jI0-lYLeEIjqDYcmUPYiOdp_w/s1600/snow+feb+10+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebr9fR4m_7vmiokOJO71vXAoLeS74XZOnsD-5dJkoONOvbnVDYF1xeMZdW4-TMQW7pwsnm6i8L_v3EydqwEW9duOrpwYq37U58C68_bo9Tsly-jI0-lYLeEIjqDYcmUPYiOdp_w/s320/snow+feb+10+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Beech Tree in Winter<br />
<br />
Yesterday, I received a phone call from one of the workshop family Moms. She asked if they could come by for a short visit. She knew that I no longer had my workshops, but she simply asked if they could come for a short visit. I gladly agreed. Frankly, I was not sure which family it was...they had attended several of the workshops, but they had not been one of the regular groups. I recognized them as their car drove up to the Gathering Room. The little boy, about 7 or 8, excitedly got out of the car and gave me a big hug. He then said, Ms. Sarah, my Nanna died!!" His Mom nodded, "Yes, last week, and it's been hard to explain it all to him."<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSNSR0Lli_x7LJd3iCxNm3iSWHcw77aXjM6Id1dercU0HH2s7JFRGG9Nd3GBcQvYIQja7J_3khCcWwbi_cEaRauyGQpW1lIFHRXZt8PPZzekdK0j9Wo9UbgFGgfaelCA2IVhAEwA/s1600/labyrinth+morning+094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSNSR0Lli_x7LJd3iCxNm3iSWHcw77aXjM6Id1dercU0HH2s7JFRGG9Nd3GBcQvYIQja7J_3khCcWwbi_cEaRauyGQpW1lIFHRXZt8PPZzekdK0j9Wo9UbgFGgfaelCA2IVhAEwA/s320/labyrinth+morning+094.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
I felt honored that they thought of TCP as a place to visit, a place to heal. I asked if they wanted to take a walk, and they both agreed, but not before they got their sacks to collect things along the trails. I also noticed that he went by the marker jar, but I assumed that he might be going to journal some, too. As we walked, they remarked about the changes. The bright blue sky and the autumn fireworks...it was a perfect day for a walk. As we walked the path above the cabin, he stopped and took out his marker. "Ms. Sarah," he said, "I want to write Nanna's name on one of the Beech leaves." His Mom smiled and said that it was all he had talked about since his Grandmother's death. He wanted to put her name on a Beech leaf so it would dance in the wind and stay until spring, and then it would help other things to live. I felt a huge lump in my throat, and I know my teared up eyes were obvious! He had remembered. Every fall, we would write our names with black permanent markers on the green Beech leaves. We'd watch them all winter as we walked the trails, and then we'd see them turn brown. The names would remain on the faded brown leaves. I was always amazed that each child remembered where their leaf was. Sometimes they would take their brown leaves back to press them in a book, but most wanted them to fall naturally and help the forest to grow.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
"What a wonderful gift for Nanna!" I told him.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPxJPa65jkYeuL5YJRluLDOXGuiaNhkBk4GTIWZzIqbFJlyt0XyfMIo8hhYpwmqKyGB4Jlzx0llU1B9SnDNQvejYmP5eE6mMHctOQgD8TwJTImOwTiXdQfi5mfEvZ7iDf7TW-Yw/s1600/Nanna%2527s+leaves+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPxJPa65jkYeuL5YJRluLDOXGuiaNhkBk4GTIWZzIqbFJlyt0XyfMIo8hhYpwmqKyGB4Jlzx0llU1B9SnDNQvejYmP5eE6mMHctOQgD8TwJTImOwTiXdQfi5mfEvZ7iDf7TW-Yw/s320/Nanna%2527s+leaves+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
"I told Nanna about writing my name on the leaves," he said. "She wanted to write her name on one, too...and now there's her name!"<br />
<br />
<br />
We continued our walk on the trails. We stopped off at the labyrinth cove and sat in the sunshine while he threw rocks and sticks and looked for bugs and dragonflies. I did not take my camera on our walk, but I returned to take a picture of Nanna's legacy. Such a simple gesture, a simple gift, but it will forever touch me...and Nanna.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLqt5Khaskc1h7EyxhqiNJ9-VoXh9Os7gVQT99YQM_hgO84JUJMM-4crdTQyXcxTmbHtZzgtAjW-zAuYLjOtaLS7hNNYIIBXczV13efElxbGfLrw1CjLPd5OUmcsuXUQC1jxWBg/s1600/Nanna%2527s+leaves+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWLqt5Khaskc1h7EyxhqiNJ9-VoXh9Os7gVQT99YQM_hgO84JUJMM-4crdTQyXcxTmbHtZzgtAjW-zAuYLjOtaLS7hNNYIIBXczV13efElxbGfLrw1CjLPd5OUmcsuXUQC1jxWBg/s320/Nanna%2527s+leaves+004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-543018819945084482010-12-18T13:53:00.001-05:002010-12-18T13:53:14.493-05:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://c.gigcount.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI5MjY5NzAxMzE4MSZwdD*xMjkyNjk4MzgwMDE2JnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width: 466px;"> <object width="466" height="375"> <param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"/> <param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=uG6VF4Hv&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=466&viewerHeight=375&autoPlayBack=false&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false"/> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/> <param name="quality" value="high"/> <embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=uG6VF4Hv&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=466&viewerHeight=375&autoPlayBack=false&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"></embed> </object></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-10362565712959705942010-12-02T19:46:00.000-05:002010-12-02T19:46:22.560-05:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><place w:st="on"><placename w:st="on">Thursday</placename> <placetype w:st="on">Home</placetype> <placetype w:st="on">School</placetype></place> Workshop…sadly, when the weather turns colder, the attendance drops off.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was a brisk day, but not that cold in the sunshine, so we headed down to the labyrinth cove to see what we could see!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were greeted by the <place w:st="on"><country-region w:st="on">Canada</country-region></place> geese as they were also sunning the cove.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uFfeDjfdlOys2GOj8-2A2J4mCpCO7lpbI3S1l9qIBEpbBkmnrDCCvIJeEyVSdB3HoQMusBubZc3KDfDBMPeJwYQLODezwOVpwqkEvgeRLnVLKdqqrqXubOjMilEqx-TlQ93CdQ/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uFfeDjfdlOys2GOj8-2A2J4mCpCO7lpbI3S1l9qIBEpbBkmnrDCCvIJeEyVSdB3HoQMusBubZc3KDfDBMPeJwYQLODezwOVpwqkEvgeRLnVLKdqqrqXubOjMilEqx-TlQ93CdQ/s400/Thursday+Workshop+002.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">We discovered some fishing line that was carelessly left by a fisherman.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Too many times, I have seen ducks and geese tangled in fishing line resulting in much pain and suffering.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We rolled it up to take back to the Gathering Room to discard in the trash.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJ1Jvf8KpKSvBg8Kjig5XkhKe5KUT6NKv4W0ExqVvEhXt894VjhET2FwQ3oLGN7w_7wuZ9qqwqv5XzLc8ZVukqmOFD2T9rVtzCqM8o28SNY3KJ2FVCN77YNZzTkETAwpgVxksxw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWJ1Jvf8KpKSvBg8Kjig5XkhKe5KUT6NKv4W0ExqVvEhXt894VjhET2FwQ3oLGN7w_7wuZ9qqwqv5XzLc8ZVukqmOFD2T9rVtzCqM8o28SNY3KJ2FVCN77YNZzTkETAwpgVxksxw/s320/Thursday+Workshop+004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We noticed several nests in the trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The leaves are almost all gone now, and the bare limbs and blue sky revealed the homes of squirrels, birds, and of course, the hornet’s nest! It is still dancing in the wind and hanging by a tiny thread.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwEiXMuZIM9S3RRzNBc8dg7-7jrA2BoZ34Uk_NpnSykY3kJy2WfROETZPdF9wZvaEwSirm7GWZNPmftAAgVWMvTvwapq-r8pKTJw-euUJzuyiBkyIWYrV8F42rXHr91fPcIBnPg/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtwEiXMuZIM9S3RRzNBc8dg7-7jrA2BoZ34Uk_NpnSykY3kJy2WfROETZPdF9wZvaEwSirm7GWZNPmftAAgVWMvTvwapq-r8pKTJw-euUJzuyiBkyIWYrV8F42rXHr91fPcIBnPg/s400/Thursday+Workshop+013.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWu20FamuYBYCp65diz7WazW8v2yBZ9_EGwaM70O19JqGOpdQnAf3t0hatuFCPk2KaIOtclsHMnNndlxFxIbdjR2_Bw-GZTqU09CvpgHNfN7p_xgoISnqKSs0B24AIbUqGMtikOw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWu20FamuYBYCp65diz7WazW8v2yBZ9_EGwaM70O19JqGOpdQnAf3t0hatuFCPk2KaIOtclsHMnNndlxFxIbdjR2_Bw-GZTqU09CvpgHNfN7p_xgoISnqKSs0B24AIbUqGMtikOw/s400/Thursday+Workshop+012.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVH63J_BJo4TtD9zpFT9zHeJS_v7iPVEu0ss6o2c62TarQ-f4VmmEcGSxS3pDG3shReAcDwMm-vb3oAjTCMV1JQ48PIvYBfXPcFn7OT1QR1XredVkgmb3tPuxAsDGkcJ0MOa1mBg/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVH63J_BJo4TtD9zpFT9zHeJS_v7iPVEu0ss6o2c62TarQ-f4VmmEcGSxS3pDG3shReAcDwMm-vb3oAjTCMV1JQ48PIvYBfXPcFn7OT1QR1XredVkgmb3tPuxAsDGkcJ0MOa1mBg/s400/Thursday+Workshop+001.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">They also found the seeds of a Tulip Poplar tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The boys thought that the middle part of the bloom looked like swords for Lego men, and they also decided that they would work as talons for the eagle project, too! We noticed the different bark on the trees, and we tried to identify the tree from the bark.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We agreed that the leaves made identifying them much easier!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qhXYgFy_ll6NmzVObF0Dz9UKHbatZCrFUYENSX5LhaSQbH09275xe75l987FkAiJ5SE91ytxMvu47UJSa-1xdtEJXqO_pfWrSf32nfy9pzpH8pbXglnHmTNGkFcM7jjv5F091A/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_qhXYgFy_ll6NmzVObF0Dz9UKHbatZCrFUYENSX5LhaSQbH09275xe75l987FkAiJ5SE91ytxMvu47UJSa-1xdtEJXqO_pfWrSf32nfy9pzpH8pbXglnHmTNGkFcM7jjv5F091A/s320/Thursday+Workshop+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
We walked back to the log cabin for a game of checkers. We didn’t even notice the chill!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie37dJfBOu-grYOsBXc1OYFdhpJI7DEONz9wpgTcZl-4HU6AFmDlTr8mbyulrTpkVpVu6NyjdSmrhXdv8H5nyhefp-3k3tWRnzCjUeQpgfUcw4AYZKMZBiJZJAFZ0xpaFOm2WZuw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie37dJfBOu-grYOsBXc1OYFdhpJI7DEONz9wpgTcZl-4HU6AFmDlTr8mbyulrTpkVpVu6NyjdSmrhXdv8H5nyhefp-3k3tWRnzCjUeQpgfUcw4AYZKMZBiJZJAFZ0xpaFOm2WZuw/s320/Thursday+Workshop+023.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Back at the Gathering Room, we resumed our eagle project.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>With a Paper Mache base, we added feathers, and they decided to hunt for a tree branch to have him perched.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We will need to add eyes (probably acorns) and attach the feet, but he should be complete next week!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One of the homeschoolers is writing a report about birds of prey, and we will be completing the project in the next 2 weeks.</div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLobJZ1Auu1VJQCWG87zSc9J40JyOVA8D9lFCc1mGNiFpH6O0phobYhyIvfZZV1g9UKx_jkreD1LNnstdBGx42CiUuDYGqJI4TY_puAQuI0FSXniQSSPek6lZcrFy_1v1fzsXV_g/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLobJZ1Auu1VJQCWG87zSc9J40JyOVA8D9lFCc1mGNiFpH6O0phobYhyIvfZZV1g9UKx_jkreD1LNnstdBGx42CiUuDYGqJI4TY_puAQuI0FSXniQSSPek6lZcrFy_1v1fzsXV_g/s320/Thursday+Workshop+027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzdrf00Yg3PdLNDkptITdsuwZb5OvFxmQsKotATkggedeJfFDqxgERfwd-Iu6ghRSWXrO8BLnz4FPXrfhO6zOpwqG5HnX6h9dmgx-RLrfpvluQSYSCmRKj9m3mDchl2XTRnGeuQ/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPzdrf00Yg3PdLNDkptITdsuwZb5OvFxmQsKotATkggedeJfFDqxgERfwd-Iu6ghRSWXrO8BLnz4FPXrfhO6zOpwqG5HnX6h9dmgx-RLrfpvluQSYSCmRKj9m3mDchl2XTRnGeuQ/s320/Thursday+Workshop+025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">A time to have our lunch, and then a time to share a “Cabin Path Field Guide” that one of the families have been working on since the beginning of this school year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It included pictures of wildflowers, trees, animals, and animal tracks that they have seen. It also contained a leaf collection, and other things that they found interesting. It is a wonderful journal of The Cabin Path!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi4X6GermZG9jaVaN4WnD2KiTyDgL25dh2snI6U6wtr9f7I7wJEB9X-ClQ8-H3ixujenmeei-UjIYdXxQINXO87iRjRVxQJ_06ehA07mpZovuRmc6LlZos01wUNFfQHXge9oZQg/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqi4X6GermZG9jaVaN4WnD2KiTyDgL25dh2snI6U6wtr9f7I7wJEB9X-ClQ8-H3ixujenmeei-UjIYdXxQINXO87iRjRVxQJ_06ehA07mpZovuRmc6LlZos01wUNFfQHXge9oZQg/s320/Thursday+Workshop+030.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FMSWGI1TBs7luEK3dzC6gOCnDKoixk3bfVYGmr7eJBMI8k7MC19FTrDy6UTAQL-SPXUYVC3hZcTS22I9lb53daUY-pmY-flDGKJuYQK_LFlpuvshSo7IH3t_sE9vfwE1U5ASOw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-FMSWGI1TBs7luEK3dzC6gOCnDKoixk3bfVYGmr7eJBMI8k7MC19FTrDy6UTAQL-SPXUYVC3hZcTS22I9lb53daUY-pmY-flDGKJuYQK_LFlpuvshSo7IH3t_sE9vfwE1U5ASOw/s320/Thursday+Workshop+034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlt0RyjSZCAqp2_-rpxiQ_IQGhUj61ijywEZJ1VnG_CgIwZqjTrK5qy8p4OxG3-IfA514ikSi7YICj2e-iFNaYsf6CQMcDWCWDRHva7347y_6pTgKpamvML2_s2MF21QKE7t9BA/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlt0RyjSZCAqp2_-rpxiQ_IQGhUj61ijywEZJ1VnG_CgIwZqjTrK5qy8p4OxG3-IfA514ikSi7YICj2e-iFNaYsf6CQMcDWCWDRHva7347y_6pTgKpamvML2_s2MF21QKE7t9BA/s320/Thursday+Workshop+031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddcgOQdR_zGp1SnwgbHoVXzNJjgV3ac3OxnHor2ryYtM4DDgRv8znsRpv3RwULFKP9o-DDxccbStj2vz2p1DcoM3NDdGM3buudfIo7HbspY8foj6u7rgGUUqPgi-rEWGScymxKg/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgddcgOQdR_zGp1SnwgbHoVXzNJjgV3ac3OxnHor2ryYtM4DDgRv8znsRpv3RwULFKP9o-DDxccbStj2vz2p1DcoM3NDdGM3buudfIo7HbspY8foj6u7rgGUUqPgi-rEWGScymxKg/s320/Thursday+Workshop+035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGwvWfJDxWzFE0UmgHmZBXCAgeXpJvqXUvUm1vZ5lgzPhNumcI3hyf0nmr0T7PezGRlx_U8vX-lOBjWvCtzQTiXL4AxGRWp7aQcqyRDXBjfZYyhr9HpjEsmQkTl6eCMjpcbQubw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEGwvWfJDxWzFE0UmgHmZBXCAgeXpJvqXUvUm1vZ5lgzPhNumcI3hyf0nmr0T7PezGRlx_U8vX-lOBjWvCtzQTiXL4AxGRWp7aQcqyRDXBjfZYyhr9HpjEsmQkTl6eCMjpcbQubw/s320/Thursday+Workshop+036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Winter is here, but nature continues to share in all seasons. I’m glad for the faithful few who wrap up and get outside...even if it is a little chilly!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzFE1cgZ6L4dW2eAMY6yoz_AxyLYL0WYHyaUwqskQVTtUIulYOOlDvXvfsaHUNc6OrcRymgOiEzRWvGcemqDt3aD-Xl93lBCMpzUHotd0TNpok2oY7L_8oD4imw9dklM2HoDSkA/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdzFE1cgZ6L4dW2eAMY6yoz_AxyLYL0WYHyaUwqskQVTtUIulYOOlDvXvfsaHUNc6OrcRymgOiEzRWvGcemqDt3aD-Xl93lBCMpzUHotd0TNpok2oY7L_8oD4imw9dklM2HoDSkA/s320/Thursday+Workshop+015.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxLorlZuhXok9iQmp3rVJ52uVsJVwQjR3Hiq0tNvVIWMJQ96yFLVY6nd1CJXRYOeTfFsUeqkxOB3fr5AfEeS8izXR3Rx_DtD8NyW7emncNpqCrCcECRcc83qQMnDttVRa_12HCw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdxLorlZuhXok9iQmp3rVJ52uVsJVwQjR3Hiq0tNvVIWMJQ96yFLVY6nd1CJXRYOeTfFsUeqkxOB3fr5AfEeS8izXR3Rx_DtD8NyW7emncNpqCrCcECRcc83qQMnDttVRa_12HCw/s320/Thursday+Workshop+021.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I think that they agreed, too!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-64346585047035486462010-11-25T07:35:00.000-05:002010-11-25T07:35:12.265-05:00Be Thankful<br />
<br />
<br />
Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire,<br />
If you did, what would there be to look forward to?<br />
<br />
Be thankful when you don’t know something<br />
For it gives you the opportunity to learn.<br />
<br />
Be thankful for the difficult times.<br />
During those times you grow.<br />
<br />
Be thankful for your limitations<br />
Because they give you opportunities for improvement.<br />
<br />
Be thankful for each new challenge<br />
Because it will build your strength and character.<br />
<br />
Be thankful for your mistakes<br />
They will teach you valuable lessons.<br />
<br />
Be thankful when you’re tired and weary<br />
Because it means you’ve made a difference.<br />
<br />
It is easy to be thankful for the good things.<br />
<br />
A life of rich fulfillment comes to those who are<br />
also thankful for the setbacks.<br />
<br />
GRATITUDE can turn a negative into a positive.<br />
<br />
Find a way to be thankful for your troubles,<br />
and they can become your blessings.<br />
<br />
Author UnknownThe Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-75210602289377863902010-11-19T10:37:00.002-05:002010-11-19T10:41:08.867-05:00Fall at The Cabin Path..many Cabin Dinners and Pioneer and Native American Workshops...here is one of them:<br />
<br />
<br />
<img border="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.11NXC/bHQ9MTI5MDE4MDg5NDEwMSZwdD*xMjkwMTgxMDY*MjEyJnA9MjY4NDEmZD*mbj1ibG9nZ2VyJmc9MSZvZj*w.gif" style="height: 0px; visibility: hidden; width: 0px;" width="0" /><br />
<div style="width: 466px;"><object height="375" width="466"> <param name="movie" value="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf"/> <param name="FlashVars" value="showCode=Ni8iM3ic&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=466&viewerHeight=375&autoPlayBack=false&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false"/> <param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"/> <param name="quality" value="high"/> <embed src="http://cdn.photoshow.com/psp_assets/exbed_player.0.2.0.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" FlashVars="showCode=Ni8iM3ic&systemConfigUrl=http://cdn.photoshow.com/publish/system_config.0.2.0.xml&viewerWidth=466&viewerHeight=375&autoPlayBack=false&muteOnStart=false&useWidgetMaker=false" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" width="466" height="375"></embed> </object></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-29401723030301466852010-10-15T10:45:00.000-04:002010-10-15T10:45:05.895-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2YIzyHJaQpkg9pPHjWh0aaw6HtB0bMmF7oXeyb_qaLkLDFlAR3fWxVNd2icANfGHNBWyAHRYi14dr4a_62BpiC9VB92AZMSebX9GNut_1XmXzD2yrj2wDuXCC7jw2fkDqRIACw/s1600/nov+1+2008+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2YIzyHJaQpkg9pPHjWh0aaw6HtB0bMmF7oXeyb_qaLkLDFlAR3fWxVNd2icANfGHNBWyAHRYi14dr4a_62BpiC9VB92AZMSebX9GNut_1XmXzD2yrj2wDuXCC7jw2fkDqRIACw/s320/nov+1+2008+014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The Home School Workshop this week:<br />
LEAVES!!<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.photoshow.com/watch/TA3iD5Un">http://www.photoshow.com/watch/TA3iD5Un</a>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-32154163490782314992010-10-11T10:08:00.000-04:002010-10-11T10:08:24.447-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8i-SxZ0vpbb8maLhaQqjKP-9utLKF0RnPXVtsXqiSp7PF8to9PaqplxeHU5ElWauQUp64vI5CacmXt8Rir9HOLrzWF6PcaGy85Wi-FDJlL3S_iTZby4Lp6pMPtAIimW_9MxgyA/s1600/mushrooms+017+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8i-SxZ0vpbb8maLhaQqjKP-9utLKF0RnPXVtsXqiSp7PF8to9PaqplxeHU5ElWauQUp64vI5CacmXt8Rir9HOLrzWF6PcaGy85Wi-FDJlL3S_iTZby4Lp6pMPtAIimW_9MxgyA/s320/mushrooms+017+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
The Georgia Mushroom Club met at The Cabin Path for a walk. BEAUTIFUL weather!! but also dry, so we did not find the mushrooms that are usually found here in the fall. We did, however, find many.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSy5tcRBDxgRRBhyphenhyphen-SLcPSb7FX_AyNSHMJYw5taeTy84bb0O5flMFupZV7obRxQweuLYgcUSOszaPpFPQiBB1ni4VS4mPaPaXPFGOfNULilLrn6ETUbf3O38ahLs9Xy0rXurJSQ/s1600/mushrooms+025+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhSy5tcRBDxgRRBhyphenhyphen-SLcPSb7FX_AyNSHMJYw5taeTy84bb0O5flMFupZV7obRxQweuLYgcUSOszaPpFPQiBB1ni4VS4mPaPaXPFGOfNULilLrn6ETUbf3O38ahLs9Xy0rXurJSQ/s320/mushrooms+025+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l0um6kCzjb1DqmmDPkBgZsFeySkWF9kOSzDNucxrkqXBt05FLPbP6p3ZV_ghdSbXJwW1zhQ8lIhPURrDTCbtfNFuA7k80Yp_RRI9LcH-bd2QBVCnwqCO5Idvse1T0XsIDzzlxA/s1600/mushrooms+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7l0um6kCzjb1DqmmDPkBgZsFeySkWF9kOSzDNucxrkqXBt05FLPbP6p3ZV_ghdSbXJwW1zhQ8lIhPURrDTCbtfNFuA7k80Yp_RRI9LcH-bd2QBVCnwqCO5Idvse1T0XsIDzzlxA/s320/mushrooms+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBkj0STIqdmeXCXhRXevW_9XfEOdfb7x1O1S8hchMqJb_ER8B6FQamBqqtWFRgTFwCtKMTg4Z1u5lI9Uiyarl5bGWh_jX0ZZm21e7tC0-m3p7LInSsO64NB0Op6xvsQRGuD_guQ/s1600/mushrooms+018+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJBkj0STIqdmeXCXhRXevW_9XfEOdfb7x1O1S8hchMqJb_ER8B6FQamBqqtWFRgTFwCtKMTg4Z1u5lI9Uiyarl5bGWh_jX0ZZm21e7tC0-m3p7LInSsO64NB0Op6xvsQRGuD_guQ/s320/mushrooms+018+-+Copy.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div> New friends for The Cabin Path, and I hope they will visit often! Thank you all for sharing your knowledge about mushrooms!<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmMt4voAzXfX0cBNKoxAKzr022Z88n4weny3NYKW1y1eo1mKhQ5-z3FLiYeYmuvqiJnK4mfebVhVWCHVKJWfu4WrrzN-dTKkrk6fHBlFF1LqLPVKIbkaoSMZ37T4cJE_bMk6G1g/s1600/mushrooms+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmMt4voAzXfX0cBNKoxAKzr022Z88n4weny3NYKW1y1eo1mKhQ5-z3FLiYeYmuvqiJnK4mfebVhVWCHVKJWfu4WrrzN-dTKkrk6fHBlFF1LqLPVKIbkaoSMZ37T4cJE_bMk6G1g/s320/mushrooms+033.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Here are some of the mushrooms that have been found here at The Cabin Path:<br />
<a href="http://www.photoshow.com/watch/vE8Zs8eY">http://www.photoshow.com/watch/vE8Zs8eY</a><br />
<br />
and a link to the Georgia Mushroom Club:<br />
<a href="http://www.gamushroomclub.org/">http://www.gamushroomclub.org/</a>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-65859573714142006012010-10-01T14:29:00.000-04:002010-10-01T14:29:47.268-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81UbZ7el-vqVgwHQ_6-sgVujj88GvaAtQdp0nMfHRQOfyS5K6xBza5Wtn2PMh6cVwjFNVnYU78bSnf52idodSaQWIe6ljaByE3CE-XAxGlVopmT3WAqRxUZY4FRerEhObCVotnA/s1600/workshop+930+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81UbZ7el-vqVgwHQ_6-sgVujj88GvaAtQdp0nMfHRQOfyS5K6xBza5Wtn2PMh6cVwjFNVnYU78bSnf52idodSaQWIe6ljaByE3CE-XAxGlVopmT3WAqRxUZY4FRerEhObCVotnA/s400/workshop+930+007.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">It was a morning of showers, but a forecast of clearing skies.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our TREES Workshop began.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We met in the Gathering Room to discuss some facts about trees, and then we hit the trails as the sun peaked through the clouds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We saw the damage from storms earlier this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We lost many trees.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Tornado” or “down bursts”…the damage remained the same, but the shallow root clusters of those towering giants were still amazing to see.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnyvShNkgKmeS756MbizvWQfM0jLya1YPObDEwNUg2LxC8vue2F0ksHj1dv_kVDf17kZOECw10p2Q9uwS4-Jz5OJRwFYvJgM59ma7K5LP0BRVzp03hwgJcLPX71TvMWZQrkglxQ/s1600/workshop+930+030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGnyvShNkgKmeS756MbizvWQfM0jLya1YPObDEwNUg2LxC8vue2F0ksHj1dv_kVDf17kZOECw10p2Q9uwS4-Jz5OJRwFYvJgM59ma7K5LP0BRVzp03hwgJcLPX71TvMWZQrkglxQ/s400/workshop+930+030.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L8ANdM3jG-mvLJcHwUjihFk9drlb8S93yCcVWFfYvsgE6OfYxYNqfPGfYd1Hd7QzFeOhWCjaj7g0x9Q7Ya5A0yEbzo3ucUDlXlM0az5fv_VrVxqOYxoaW8q_Tm-H8xPcu2T9nA/s1600/workshop+930+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5L8ANdM3jG-mvLJcHwUjihFk9drlb8S93yCcVWFfYvsgE6OfYxYNqfPGfYd1Hd7QzFeOhWCjaj7g0x9Q7Ya5A0yEbzo3ucUDlXlM0az5fv_VrVxqOYxoaW8q_Tm-H8xPcu2T9nA/s400/workshop+930+021.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;">On our walk, we stopped to pick up some of the “golden stars” of the Sweet Gum Tree.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We talked about the differences between the Evergreen Trees and Deciduous Trees. We saw the canopy above us, and we began to explore the forest floor. We talked about animal and insect homes, and how the fallen limbs and leaves renewed the soil and provided a habitat and camouflage for many critters.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBMfeMYZzs46V6XLq_hfR9TIBiGuDsb29PILPRgD8uW0Ozkno2VgqMNpOKG2jzM84pTKEDLvZeHzypKOlrZMPQ3ob92ZyhGt6-ZfyQpSe8LYeAZcJ84D0WxGbGAzykNATgmOuAw/s1600/fall+morn+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNBMfeMYZzs46V6XLq_hfR9TIBiGuDsb29PILPRgD8uW0Ozkno2VgqMNpOKG2jzM84pTKEDLvZeHzypKOlrZMPQ3ob92ZyhGt6-ZfyQpSe8LYeAZcJ84D0WxGbGAzykNATgmOuAw/s400/fall+morn+002.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">As we stopped to watch two tiny toad jumping among the leaves, we were all awe struck as a snake quickly grabbed one of the toads and held it tightly in its mouth. It was such an unexpected event for all of us, we simply stood and watched as the snake began to slither away…toad in mouth! I was certain it was a non-venomous snake, but I was uncertain of its exact species.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I emailed a reptile expert friend who identified the snake to be a Midland Water Snake. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYmS-kv679k4ro5V6F24KEBfMRYJLlJ_Z845biBWjk2JJtdmyeC6c3B7MMS7-YVaDDndZJN8NJtlGF71l8zHCuWZz0ivjULN4Hy5qhqkyt9DmKlk9doMFPnr8QcU8iL00A5wkYg/s1600/workshop+930+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWYmS-kv679k4ro5V6F24KEBfMRYJLlJ_Z845biBWjk2JJtdmyeC6c3B7MMS7-YVaDDndZJN8NJtlGF71l8zHCuWZz0ivjULN4Hy5qhqkyt9DmKlk9doMFPnr8QcU8iL00A5wkYg/s400/workshop+930+002.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> I was a little unsure about the reaction of such an unsettling event, but all of the kids and Moms were eager to go on with the walk. “COOL!” was the common comment! It was an important lesson that nature teaches, and it made the discussion of the food chain very realistic! They understood that trees helped give food and shelter, and all things are connected and work together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They also continued their walk eagerly looking and watching, but I had to admit, the snake’s lunch was a little hard to top.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> We walked to the labyrinth cove and talked about how fallen trees in the water gave cover to fish and insects.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkl_QOSfEkAkCRqUvcmVJOQOVkp0wqh1bdowK5xMAWurZdxo0UL2Yi5fU8eabZmKARtevo0W-oH-TFifd-_k_FOnXYKRKVQcJ9544Ynf86axfG7QBlFiZLKPIjSgy3DlCgHkRDg/s1600/workshop+930+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXkl_QOSfEkAkCRqUvcmVJOQOVkp0wqh1bdowK5xMAWurZdxo0UL2Yi5fU8eabZmKARtevo0W-oH-TFifd-_k_FOnXYKRKVQcJ9544Ynf86axfG7QBlFiZLKPIjSgy3DlCgHkRDg/s400/workshop+930+010.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cJw76ZHDr6kuP6_D6IsueapDBzrfX58-LO18mFeGOOp2UoHdCYIaLoYbAKka9fwucjvLJScUmyzUjPTWKephEg-toBhD9bwE0CDzjlkXcV0ednz5bCuQSh9d9aao19tPjCrkfw/s1600/workshop+930+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cJw76ZHDr6kuP6_D6IsueapDBzrfX58-LO18mFeGOOp2UoHdCYIaLoYbAKka9fwucjvLJScUmyzUjPTWKephEg-toBhD9bwE0CDzjlkXcV0ednz5bCuQSh9d9aao19tPjCrkfw/s400/workshop+930+008.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We saw the Long Needle Pines, and we collected some of their needles. I explained that many Native American wove intricate baskets with them, and many have survived for over a hundred years. (an art project for our Native American workshop!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Our path back led us by the old log cabin, another use of trees. After a tour of the cabin, we rested on the cabin porch. There was even time for a game of checkers. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoVNTJ-z9TVp-R_6uVsyhL8cgLAkn4xjikjANZb_xDaQM62WxnKD98QK427zAjUCoIs7Co3Ggi-bXJd-KMStcJMArJ3NuaCyZNkBmKikVBZmIoj0xdwZvdvDKbIXlLFZB5ZGA08w/s1600/workshop+930+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zealTzu6qu_wqpeylmHmeQxB-9cA68g3VhZYlI21HYudv0e6yngfWRPJdcVQpgVmKOnOkAXB7ADb6XggxS4XstOszv6vZ2xu_8Kuokvm6wr492N0BNcLIdRm09DetlJHgR5Bqg/s1600/workshop+930+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zealTzu6qu_wqpeylmHmeQxB-9cA68g3VhZYlI21HYudv0e6yngfWRPJdcVQpgVmKOnOkAXB7ADb6XggxS4XstOszv6vZ2xu_8Kuokvm6wr492N0BNcLIdRm09DetlJHgR5Bqg/s400/workshop+930+014.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Before we left, I pointed out the hornet’s nest hanging like a piñata from a tree near the cabin.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I explained that it too was made from wood!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yK2ijFcEck2B5jN-KA5Pybu_2l56fxsStYXhg2bpGN4lth_kX8VXhqRgih07yzWR-cOFQfg9oB18bhxcuh8yfKWdwZiG2H6qz6rejmGum6_lZ2bpmSZ4s6bpFxw1VsGJtqrlew/s1600/new+hornet's+nest+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yK2ijFcEck2B5jN-KA5Pybu_2l56fxsStYXhg2bpGN4lth_kX8VXhqRgih07yzWR-cOFQfg9oB18bhxcuh8yfKWdwZiG2H6qz6rejmGum6_lZ2bpmSZ4s6bpFxw1VsGJtqrlew/s400/new+hornet's+nest+005.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 16pt;"> Back at the Gathering Room, we took time for a picnic lunch before making some leaf rubbing of our finds along the trails.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was also time to practice a little rock skipping in the lake and just a time to visit and explore!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipYpcvJymYZdGWK2h5j5svC2x9shUzOXwvRMhpM8n_NbKWHkOoFz2qhx0MkZOaD5SO-LI3ZC8CKwXZWqXzWoQPhNwJopMmG3yEjKPUi0BgF-kyjqGkMJeOzontVUDfz-6qJ7r_gQ/s1600/new+hornet's+nest+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VJyd2zeGUv3Z7ORpecs6sjDLtlLwAzGhXQZXdLxlmCwAww3fekfoSkhFIvFc1fJ07r4lLIJwOm5RSFgzN5fPjofXPBs1qtA23qK_VPsyAeVK9P0z7qcgm0zLFLSwbkFZeMPA9g/s1600/workshop+930+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9VJyd2zeGUv3Z7ORpecs6sjDLtlLwAzGhXQZXdLxlmCwAww3fekfoSkhFIvFc1fJ07r4lLIJwOm5RSFgzN5fPjofXPBs1qtA23qK_VPsyAeVK9P0z7qcgm0zLFLSwbkFZeMPA9g/s400/workshop+930+027.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">It had been another magical day of discoveries. It was not anything that I taught, but it was rich in the lessons that nature shared…something that I learn daily on my walks around The Cabin Path!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGAir80jRxt6YtVUzIRjoMAG7DKiZVaFS40ekNOiHIpeHXVSjcBZ0It51zbH2qO3EyLL-biu9Xd1sd8MIfez-fK8RsC3RhEfFI6z3bbgogRoemUvZQS-KHDos__LQjmIxnV72Ag/s1600/fall+morn+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGAir80jRxt6YtVUzIRjoMAG7DKiZVaFS40ekNOiHIpeHXVSjcBZ0It51zbH2qO3EyLL-biu9Xd1sd8MIfez-fK8RsC3RhEfFI6z3bbgogRoemUvZQS-KHDos__LQjmIxnV72Ag/s400/fall+morn+014.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div></span><div align="center"><br />
</div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-73835731708845253302010-09-30T07:56:00.000-04:002010-09-30T07:56:56.003-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x7kue3gVEyNHwieqiT-h476Z2XdoF23ZcP1Js1lD1hJmikpeCrBiTmZQyJhNkiaxYlEUiR3HVt4Dlb8yazzvO5lrDhLahYfGRYplKLrLpXDIvs9s67Sum9W6kf7oNxrVo56S_A/s1600/2621789.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6x7kue3gVEyNHwieqiT-h476Z2XdoF23ZcP1Js1lD1hJmikpeCrBiTmZQyJhNkiaxYlEUiR3HVt4Dlb8yazzvO5lrDhLahYfGRYplKLrLpXDIvs9s67Sum9W6kf7oNxrVo56S_A/s1600/2621789.jpg" /></a></div>We're changing servers...and there is a delay.... :(<br />
Our website and email is down for now, but it should be up and running soon.The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-19553674571859459972010-09-28T12:28:00.000-04:002010-09-28T12:28:06.788-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcnMuNvKSJyj_PFd-PSrE-dIHepybA1m9CxzLUSDYdnxQZeEF7YfuMWHpOqKrlGgYACQWxBLuT42OIQPDixJPZnrbOjdqvlMmddhI7vOEABO6mi5Ua9KwU22Lui4KjspX_SZ59A/s1600/fall+morn+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDcnMuNvKSJyj_PFd-PSrE-dIHepybA1m9CxzLUSDYdnxQZeEF7YfuMWHpOqKrlGgYACQWxBLuT42OIQPDixJPZnrbOjdqvlMmddhI7vOEABO6mi5Ua9KwU22Lui4KjspX_SZ59A/s320/fall+morn+014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<br />
My walk to the barn this morning....a hint of fall! The ground was wet from the rains the night before, and the fog on the lake looked like dancing ghosts. Everything felt clean and crisp...good for the soul.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.photoshow.com/watch/JQ4sI8Uj">http://www.photoshow.com/watch/JQ4sI8Uj</a>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-12086776075899552442010-08-17T14:24:00.003-04:002010-08-17T18:33:34.035-04:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">"Intuition</span></span> is a spiritual faculty and does not explain, but simply points the way."~Florence Scovel Shinn~</span><br />
<br />
<br />
A walk around last week....I looked for wildflowers, and I found several new ones! <br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkS6t2TRx3zkGQjmMTCtEJR2oAu_CMvg_8RspWn77VHM4XX4VRyswBK2mmtCrVklxIwexQIVnBuJbNFxJH55-8lygMnJvlCSgVZzQm0dohCg8piQiCTcUVtUn_U-jFZlrtbgPOQ/s1600/g's+camera+083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilkS6t2TRx3zkGQjmMTCtEJR2oAu_CMvg_8RspWn77VHM4XX4VRyswBK2mmtCrVklxIwexQIVnBuJbNFxJH55-8lygMnJvlCSgVZzQm0dohCg8piQiCTcUVtUn_U-jFZlrtbgPOQ/s400/g's+camera+083.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Downy Rattlesnake Plantain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HDfSBlalfrA8A6dfgTtzoKkl9HYuwll19-FWWPxZFCKYCPjG1ixr3X40lY3goCJE2_LXQvc_19KI-QoeZFr0i2RiRA_wToOWCOhObUSqPCeVVM3Mm3YoFmIitYA94BXxih7Pvg/s1600/g's+camera+075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7HDfSBlalfrA8A6dfgTtzoKkl9HYuwll19-FWWPxZFCKYCPjG1ixr3X40lY3goCJE2_LXQvc_19KI-QoeZFr0i2RiRA_wToOWCOhObUSqPCeVVM3Mm3YoFmIitYA94BXxih7Pvg/s320/g's+camera+075.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTXWyWrZE0h2fE-DKX_7ImN3P0cgRyh4wNMjuO7IOcMS4lgyJz63qx7fz94QipCrtk19_VJajDOMSHuGl_bIwLvw3zYCje9pfLj-FuXTOwaxILDyO-4_TUisNol82aqZ8m90Sfg/s1600/walk+around+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuTXWyWrZE0h2fE-DKX_7ImN3P0cgRyh4wNMjuO7IOcMS4lgyJz63qx7fz94QipCrtk19_VJajDOMSHuGl_bIwLvw3zYCje9pfLj-FuXTOwaxILDyO-4_TUisNol82aqZ8m90Sfg/s320/walk+around+024.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Adder's Tongue Orchid and Mountain Mint</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgx23iBDSvhWhSFqqnvKCBu7bczJB4QV_dOK17JzXvplTq7A4dEH2dq8wTPF5dMgzjytjVrofyU2HbcH7EFwDePsoRW-iNoUX1eEoYSuqpiJ9l2hOhUdgCedbJ2qeng8MKlxOzkQ/s1600/exploring+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgx23iBDSvhWhSFqqnvKCBu7bczJB4QV_dOK17JzXvplTq7A4dEH2dq8wTPF5dMgzjytjVrofyU2HbcH7EFwDePsoRW-iNoUX1eEoYSuqpiJ9l2hOhUdgCedbJ2qeng8MKlxOzkQ/s640/exploring+009.JPG" width="480" /></a> Unidentified Yellow Orchid</div><br />
The summer has been brutally hot and humid..and stormy! Earlier this summer, we lost about 30 trees from a storm. Straight line winds, I'm guessing. It wasn't a large area, but it did some damage. A friend cut the trees to clear the roadway to the barn, and the others will wait for cooler weather. The "dry" then "wet" seasons have weakened the trees, and many old friends are falling.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jkdY2OQKRzmf_6z0nQyCcAKkua4PwQjcq49r_aFLuMmD9SmqaXsNQwoBgbOwWeltJ4A1KOrv83nepj-Gx6cAo3r1tmBKWud6BUQCoA-pprbVLLMVNd2F7VUuaORLikTHh_EW5A/s1600/Storm+and+Father%27s+Day!+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-jkdY2OQKRzmf_6z0nQyCcAKkua4PwQjcq49r_aFLuMmD9SmqaXsNQwoBgbOwWeltJ4A1KOrv83nepj-Gx6cAo3r1tmBKWud6BUQCoA-pprbVLLMVNd2F7VUuaORLikTHh_EW5A/s400/Storm+and+Father%27s+Day!+022.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nature seems to endure all hardships...and go on to be stronger. Change is continuous, sometimes cruel, but miracles prevail!</div><br />
Earlier this spring, I watched for the <a href="http://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Pileated_Woodpecker/lifehistory">Pileated Woodpeckers</a> to nest in their usual spot. The tall dead Pine has been home to several generations of these large, majestic birds. I often took my morning coffee up to watch them feed and care for their babies. The "first flights" were magical..the low clucking of the proud parents would eventually give the babies enough confidence to venture outside the hole, and the flapping of their tiny wings while clinging to the tree was almost comical. Lessons were learned quickly, and they all would loop through the woods hunting for bugs and practicing life skills.<br />
<br />
This spring, they did not nest in that old Pine tree. I wondered if the parents were gone. I had heard their calls, but yet I wondered if they were all right. I had noticed new holes in a Pine tree behind the dam. The oval shaped opening led me to believe that it was indeed a Pileated's home, but I missed my mornings with them. Perhaps this was the younger generation, and they wanted a change!<br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">My walk around last week took me took me to the woods in front of the house. As I walked by the old, abandoned Pine tree, I paused to take a picture of it...in fact, I had walked past it and returned to inspect it more closely. Something seemed to make me go back and take this picture. It was still empty, but it stood tall and stark against the green of the woods. As I paused, I had feeling of sadness, but I did not understand.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8J4ef9SKq0WlYuICCtxTfztqrKqPF1uHbSELvZUVlyYttoy8h2LRpJOBDzABWnvCqm3xjC1VOT4YveJQ2f6N5yRcSjFDVHVuZa8OXqZ3ymg4kDSu2deBLicnLs6zYP-L0zz0PQ/s1600/g's+camera+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8J4ef9SKq0WlYuICCtxTfztqrKqPF1uHbSELvZUVlyYttoy8h2LRpJOBDzABWnvCqm3xjC1VOT4YveJQ2f6N5yRcSjFDVHVuZa8OXqZ3ymg4kDSu2deBLicnLs6zYP-L0zz0PQ/s400/g's+camera+063.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
Another storm over the weekend. A limb crashed through my back windshield as I was returning from feeding the horses. A scary sound, but nothing that can't be repaired. Something earlier in the day had told me to park in a different spot, (and I did) but I had been rushing to beat the next approaching storm, and I pulled down to be closer to turn off the pump to the barn. Still, that voice had warned me earlier. Intuition.... that small voice that I ignored.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I7vzprpaIpUZYQlUCGW8II3EPiaBhgBEGsNmeu88vtNPejm212u1p87071hRGoCEKTtoZvsptyYyOI9oOlJQRRxBD-t5ksWSG6IYOEc7t-w13wrBAtxhD8mKqaFq7ggyIHIskg/s1600/car+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2I7vzprpaIpUZYQlUCGW8II3EPiaBhgBEGsNmeu88vtNPejm212u1p87071hRGoCEKTtoZvsptyYyOI9oOlJQRRxBD-t5ksWSG6IYOEc7t-w13wrBAtxhD8mKqaFq7ggyIHIskg/s400/car+001.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Another walk around yesterday...and back to the front woods. As I rounded the curve, something was not the same. As I got closer to the tall, white monument Pine that had been home to many generations of Pileated Woodpeckers, I realized that it had fallen in the storm over the weekend. Was this the reason that it was not used for the spring babies? If so, how did they know? And was that the reason for my quiet reflection and the photo from last week?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdA-ampOtpIfNs6w0n0hzlxQDEQd8Iad9-fkeUevVaDTWq-JYmkCqrqidsgga1TLRVBTBf9Gy155DctGjFxVoZsCttmICOdJxaTT5b39n0nd0nFR4JL6R1fgsRoLpFbYONBVq8g/s1600/tall+pine+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdA-ampOtpIfNs6w0n0hzlxQDEQd8Iad9-fkeUevVaDTWq-JYmkCqrqidsgga1TLRVBTBf9Gy155DctGjFxVoZsCttmICOdJxaTT5b39n0nd0nFR4JL6R1fgsRoLpFbYONBVq8g/s400/tall+pine+022.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGF7N1Is5ZBaKJnBs6qvYDXwW3JTV5Lry_i01rb3GF9MPXshffhklyRLVzz10w_4P7RdZ6JMHjVwGrl_l-jVSiiSyajp9SXau-ZkT9dDxzUaf-1elfNRNn-WInNldKQqsUjuz6g/s1600/tall+pine+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQGF7N1Is5ZBaKJnBs6qvYDXwW3JTV5Lry_i01rb3GF9MPXshffhklyRLVzz10w_4P7RdZ6JMHjVwGrl_l-jVSiiSyajp9SXau-ZkT9dDxzUaf-1elfNRNn-WInNldKQqsUjuz6g/s400/tall+pine+026.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAx6PpUOpmBwvzi48fGcY119OdpneGeS_Zz1OTVb2_9OGosR3zqzXsYnySGokjB3-79aEqpCNKLdlrWaLJohHMjRpAz7wvVHW-Ybdwp_z-YdOypQSTrQptjxOnV7uBjFs4JYSig/s1600/tall+pine+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAx6PpUOpmBwvzi48fGcY119OdpneGeS_Zz1OTVb2_9OGosR3zqzXsYnySGokjB3-79aEqpCNKLdlrWaLJohHMjRpAz7wvVHW-Ybdwp_z-YdOypQSTrQptjxOnV7uBjFs4JYSig/s400/tall+pine+028.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Animals seem to be blessed with a keen sense of intuition. I have read about animals that sense earthquakes, tsunamis, and other natural disasters. There are service dogs that are used to predict seizures in people, and I even notice that our horses can predict storms and severe weather changes. The birds and deer intuitively know when strangers are in the woods, and I think most of us have heard those "voices" from time to time. Is it that we are often too busy to listen, or is it that we don't want to listen? Is it an acquired gift, or a random</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">happening? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Perhaps that is why I love The Cabin Path. Its quietness and beauty is a blessing that I do not take lightly, and as years go by, I am realizing the true miracles in this life. Within each of us are gifts that are waiting to be discovered and explored. We all have these voices, and too many times, they are ignored.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Albert Einstein once said, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.”</div><br />
May I always be grateful for life's gifts...great and small.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY57tD0FdNMzYkABXx9nGjSblw63KEoSmcOyTEmhX_76PDWOk0YAOTFGWs3rAuTmhyYC3qX2rxrzzg_ZvNFhFjQg0XAnMjD_Tpa4zOjcZ9gQAYsvDs0UIDAuLGVmIi1n67rEHqEg/s1600/tall+pine+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY57tD0FdNMzYkABXx9nGjSblw63KEoSmcOyTEmhX_76PDWOk0YAOTFGWs3rAuTmhyYC3qX2rxrzzg_ZvNFhFjQg0XAnMjD_Tpa4zOjcZ9gQAYsvDs0UIDAuLGVmIi1n67rEHqEg/s320/tall+pine+033.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxRZA1zBiq3DLEDmi8E8udk6BHM58gHsV44s_cnqTW0sD_2tjPuRQPu2vkUgmE_44NztMkiiai7tPcbTN6eHRnt7YGIk0co_nnuZKZNZJZ1QSbrcnX5XqTJeQYghjTNlmYZZqQQ/s1600/tall+pine+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGxRZA1zBiq3DLEDmi8E8udk6BHM58gHsV44s_cnqTW0sD_2tjPuRQPu2vkUgmE_44NztMkiiai7tPcbTN6eHRnt7YGIk0co_nnuZKZNZJZ1QSbrcnX5XqTJeQYghjTNlmYZZqQQ/s400/tall+pine+019.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-16093035372597817312010-08-04T12:26:00.000-04:002010-08-04T12:26:09.649-04:00Another morning at the barn....feeding critters and enjoying the peace and semi-coolness of the day. The heat this summer has been severe. Many, many days of 90 + temps..and heat advisories. We have been skipped by most of the afternoon showers with the exception of some damaging storms. I have not spent the time outdoors that I normally do, and perhaps that is why I have missed this addition to the landscape for as long as I have. While sitting on the cabin porch, I noticed a bump on the roof of the hay shed. At first, I thought it to be the old fat possum that visits from time to time. I thought he had climbed the pole to escape some predator, and he was now trapped by the light of day. As I neared the "critter"... I soon realized that it was a nest of hornets! How had I missed seeing it?? How many times had I put hay in the shed and walked right under it..and NOT seen it or at least the hornets?!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-p9ACUhc-j1JMkf9t0zkesG2HrepUegSQhMUOgGec8HfZstDvt_tiWFyVWS_feD-Z4F8SaFZjFqSd-Aa8DT4TwkmGrMcv3SSSS5DVQ3y8Rb3ullcPWuZd7RM3liZ5S_QWCNkKdg/s1600/hornet's+nest+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-p9ACUhc-j1JMkf9t0zkesG2HrepUegSQhMUOgGec8HfZstDvt_tiWFyVWS_feD-Z4F8SaFZjFqSd-Aa8DT4TwkmGrMcv3SSSS5DVQ3y8Rb3ullcPWuZd7RM3liZ5S_QWCNkKdg/s320/hornet's+nest+009.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb42xSve946YXxcnpw5vAJc8Y8fkCnaG-fQOiwRxhu16XMgW8nCdWuuMAqKmw0EeP1NmwI5B-guuoh5Q93Zp_svb332O92tGwxhS43nmj9XT92DM8s5AASC9Zr85XLHtVjGeVcg/s1600/hornet's+nest+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb42xSve946YXxcnpw5vAJc8Y8fkCnaG-fQOiwRxhu16XMgW8nCdWuuMAqKmw0EeP1NmwI5B-guuoh5Q93Zp_svb332O92tGwxhS43nmj9XT92DM8s5AASC9Zr85XLHtVjGeVcg/s320/hornet's+nest+013.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought back to some morning back in late spring when there would be several hornets on the porch of the cabin. They were attempting to build from the rafters of the cabin porch. I had resorted to using some spray on them, and then I repeatedly tore down the paper stub they had made to start their nest. This was a morning ritual for over a week until one day, they gave up.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwH-8diOFBCbjTknF-MdxH0yOZBHMm2pIIKjMBG6gdeBsgF0hajRadj8xyInj4V4a0599dw9OS-5PpvjCJJWm8poOE1bj3izuLToeP1MrlPkFyJx4KczPJD2wVFIo_A5pcrZDDfw/s1600/hornet's+nest+031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwH-8diOFBCbjTknF-MdxH0yOZBHMm2pIIKjMBG6gdeBsgF0hajRadj8xyInj4V4a0599dw9OS-5PpvjCJJWm8poOE1bj3izuLToeP1MrlPkFyJx4KczPJD2wVFIo_A5pcrZDDfw/s320/hornet's+nest+031.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In reading more about these insects, I found many interesting facts. They are not true "hornets" and they are in the wasp family and closely related to the yellow jacket. They will attack if provoked, and they can sting multiple times.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://depts.washington.edu/natmap/facts/bald-faced_hornet_712.html">http://depts.washington.edu/natmap/facts/bald-faced_hornet_712.html</a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I plan to leave the nest undisturbed until winter. These nests are rarely reused, and the queen will hide away in tree stumps and protected places until spring...and not in the nest. I have recovered several nests over the years at The Cabin Path. The paper nests are beautifully designed pieces of art, and we have used the paper in many projects (fairy wings, dragonfly wings, nature journal pages, etc)</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am not thrilled that these Bald - Faced Hornets have built so closely to the horses and the cabin, but they have not bothered anyone. Now that I am aware of the nest, I will be careful not to disturb them, and I am willing to share the space. They are interesting to watch, and they play an important part in our eco-system.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_ZVfXHc9dCRuG5c6PZL_yqjTqH354l5kf2arTLN1YhPezdX4sO9H4COCpd7rf18m8hgvUbON1qdo2oayfVWqwoxEzYZleNHZ71LODzbAqsgJkgNogyqee9STMhdXqWms59nDBg/s1600/hornet's+nest+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9_ZVfXHc9dCRuG5c6PZL_yqjTqH354l5kf2arTLN1YhPezdX4sO9H4COCpd7rf18m8hgvUbON1qdo2oayfVWqwoxEzYZleNHZ71LODzbAqsgJkgNogyqee9STMhdXqWms59nDBg/s320/hornet's+nest+010.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As I sit on the cabin porch with the cabin cats, I'll just watch them from a safe distance...so much can be seen from that old cabin porch!!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSzktWptmAvGSUH13OFe2hXzswlm1ohYj-KjBALssosaFlEZviETUUXBrsoXIMAC3TbenjxWJcu0Zzpn4z_z4-Iq4ytqWdSiuvjfEZq4Sd1mcHqf3UDYtmDuPxuGeX1i4OzqgkA/s1600/hornet's+nest+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNSzktWptmAvGSUH13OFe2hXzswlm1ohYj-KjBALssosaFlEZviETUUXBrsoXIMAC3TbenjxWJcu0Zzpn4z_z4-Iq4ytqWdSiuvjfEZq4Sd1mcHqf3UDYtmDuPxuGeX1i4OzqgkA/s320/hornet's+nest+027.JPG" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmyHEozh6-Z4gr0NpIsEY5OtCnROYe1oVmNXkeM_tOvLLuooohfu3pWA4bgaRdwSgUHGsWDVhFH9NuKlOr67bHA0nfL0yPkaf8c3zOeKvPSW5L5m0A8Ioh9mU1P1ATETtlmzHkA/s1600/hornet's+nest+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimmyHEozh6-Z4gr0NpIsEY5OtCnROYe1oVmNXkeM_tOvLLuooohfu3pWA4bgaRdwSgUHGsWDVhFH9NuKlOr67bHA0nfL0yPkaf8c3zOeKvPSW5L5m0A8Ioh9mU1P1ATETtlmzHkA/s320/hornet's+nest+022.JPG" /></a></div>The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22367313.post-72076729115731855032010-06-13T15:05:00.000-04:002010-06-13T15:05:17.485-04:00Another Archaeological DIG at The Cabin Path!<br />
<br />
The Archaeological DIG a couple of weeks ago generated much interest around The Cabin Path's Groups (Yahoo Home School, Facebook, and Website) By request, the Summer Workshop kids wanted to have DIG of their own! Since the majority of this group were 4- 6 year olds, I needed to think of more activities! I knew that the actual "Dig" involved hard work...and this younger group's attention spans might not last. (and it was really hot!)<br />
We began our workshop with a box of dog treats, a dog leash, and a dog collar. I asked them to pretend that they were detectives, and that these 3 things were clues. Of course they guessed that I had a dog..or that a dog might be nearby. I told them that archaeologists used the clues that they uncover to know what might have lived in the area of their dig! We then looked at the box of artifacts that have been found here over the years at The Cabin Path. The arrowhead points and the Mississippian pottery pieces are always fun to see and hold, and I had a fossil of a fish that I have had for years. (a gift..not from The Cabin Path!) We talked about how fish, animals, insects, and even bones get trapped between layers of rock..and how fossils are formed.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCJzxDq-AAxZODBOnqj2iL3yMBD3zIy_3yKuTIp13HU7kcVCJy9PiamTUrkgekI2yMqYjdVjdxOxR4kJNlm7DMqhUTD50YUzGQ50_pvppWWIyGKUupqrk24WcYOGFm3xPopDRWQ/s1600/Fossils+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSCJzxDq-AAxZODBOnqj2iL3yMBD3zIy_3yKuTIp13HU7kcVCJy9PiamTUrkgekI2yMqYjdVjdxOxR4kJNlm7DMqhUTD50YUzGQ50_pvppWWIyGKUupqrk24WcYOGFm3xPopDRWQ/s320/Fossils+012.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Hqun-6NQdi26rKwNUwrvbo9400nJrlVRY718LTEMjGWl5-E6o-7Zo3Fg-Cb_T1fV9AKGcWvyPPFVnpftvY_VBGEZF0Q37xivdDdnSgk9Vkc3e4-lcctHkUgbtLkOnfiRGDlWBQ/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Hqun-6NQdi26rKwNUwrvbo9400nJrlVRY718LTEMjGWl5-E6o-7Zo3Fg-Cb_T1fV9AKGcWvyPPFVnpftvY_VBGEZF0Q37xivdDdnSgk9Vkc3e4-lcctHkUgbtLkOnfiRGDlWBQ/s320/Thursday+Workshop+001.JPG" /></a></div><br />
Next was our art activity....the old Plaster of Paris fossil making!! Over the years, I have learned a few tricks to making fossils. We started with a paper bowl. Names were written on the bottom and then filled with about 1-2 inches of sand. We then picked our fossils! Nature found objects (leaves, thin bark, feathers, etc) are beautifully preserved, but most of this group elected to find "bugs" from the boxes of plastic animals and insects that we use in sand play. I had pre-measured the Plaster of Paris in cups, and when the fossils were arranged in the bowls and sand, I added water and a little brown paint..and they stirred to make a thick milkshake consistency. We then poured the plaster over the fossil...but NOT moving the bowl! A little "tap" on the sides to remove air bubbles, and we then left them to cure. I have to admit, they turned out great! The sand and paint gives them a more realistic look.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb22RHFlSELtssUk6Cx55LeXifVgIkHoHg6zJsXgpo9medIy1cnX77txgComJZcY07dJqRyeyMeBxRWBUgus6Wh5Ppt23G1e8okn_uXpA_TAIcNyPKft0SOQ6TMKNE6aJNE4MIg/s1600/Fossils+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEb22RHFlSELtssUk6Cx55LeXifVgIkHoHg6zJsXgpo9medIy1cnX77txgComJZcY07dJqRyeyMeBxRWBUgus6Wh5Ppt23G1e8okn_uXpA_TAIcNyPKft0SOQ6TMKNE6aJNE4MIg/s320/Fossils+006.JPG" /></a> </div> Grapevine Leaf<br />
<br />
We walked over for the DIG while the fossils hardened.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhObcPseYZACuLEmyykdBNlVIfFBMHdDPxYcnh1JwJ-dHhD6SzL1UNqknFYwO6XLvFLjtRSyUMurzgWJB0fCDkQBS6boH_vike2LCUXIRAjg5v2sHOlnKovLhkTdJNGeGB5z7N21g/s320/Thursday+Workshop+003.JPG" /></div><br />
Using the area from the previous dig, we filled buckets....<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoa0A_UNoyf0M-vK96CKaUMVYi1LcE49UIqATnSwJSc1n8LgTFLD9MDOEEgdSuCUvYeRut-QliQW2u71mEHQ8-eF1yUvj7TRW2oKJ1UEVqPsLAA_xZZUYF9x2z6Xl8UJFeXvN9Eg/s320/Thursday+Workshop+004.JPG" /></div><br />
and then took the buckets to our sifting station.<br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovpjw3U9Ywaf0uYoH7fTJZ7QMC22StbLQwKPiZD5Tb2JxhB95bYncw7CeGBErKCJCXG51Txd0qULLFwfXro_TN9e3K83KYN0Y1HLjAklAaqGwj-714Y6-cnilpB7iLNLed0YPrg/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgovpjw3U9Ywaf0uYoH7fTJZ7QMC22StbLQwKPiZD5Tb2JxhB95bYncw7CeGBErKCJCXG51Txd0qULLFwfXro_TN9e3K83KYN0Y1HLjAklAaqGwj-714Y6-cnilpB7iLNLed0YPrg/s320/Thursday+Workshop+010.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38JNi1UGhL_CQHGmYFXO2wpe3uYU-XLP2km2vXZ0aIEgJuN2s231zGOtsI_lvvAmUdh4ets4ydZqHEqNk7HnMCShdB6lI3nxyywZCX5_DR1OHwZHH1ThL1pkaTrhNhVeE9G38tQ/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38JNi1UGhL_CQHGmYFXO2wpe3uYU-XLP2km2vXZ0aIEgJuN2s231zGOtsI_lvvAmUdh4ets4ydZqHEqNk7HnMCShdB6lI3nxyywZCX5_DR1OHwZHH1ThL1pkaTrhNhVeE9G38tQ/s320/Thursday+Workshop+009.JPG" /></a></div><br />
After digging and sifting, we then visited the Native American hill that has a rock formation that was used for ceremonies. The large rocks are arranged within double rock circles. They mark the directions North, South, East, and West...to suggest that they were used as a calendar using the sun and the moon.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6D_RewhmzvEZH7JjDu9-yPi7272XRXpY14Gv2IWFLptdCQueVLksXTtUjNOomGP0G_BDY3c0sbQ9bLjJr4V0DhUGYOvKQVx6pmRqMJUsiARLJpHiHt07VAJk-RQUs8N9jDNo3IQ/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6D_RewhmzvEZH7JjDu9-yPi7272XRXpY14Gv2IWFLptdCQueVLksXTtUjNOomGP0G_BDY3c0sbQ9bLjJr4V0DhUGYOvKQVx6pmRqMJUsiARLJpHiHt07VAJk-RQUs8N9jDNo3IQ/s320/Thursday+Workshop+012.JPG" /></a></div><br />
We want to conduct a DIG on this hill next fall.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48kWGP2K5tNxXFJPw9WaNBzBxVH-UnH0NgNmCSKYJg3t9RYUaeqVqrSx0T5fBhLiywmriPcoplsJ_EEDxgOlOd7XH3WoQscmxPzUeHorhdB3kyWTRx3_4Jr9fU5qIc1BB7boxSg/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh48kWGP2K5tNxXFJPw9WaNBzBxVH-UnH0NgNmCSKYJg3t9RYUaeqVqrSx0T5fBhLiywmriPcoplsJ_EEDxgOlOd7XH3WoQscmxPzUeHorhdB3kyWTRx3_4Jr9fU5qIc1BB7boxSg/s320/Thursday+Workshop+016.JPG" /></a></div><br />
We then returned to the Gathering Room for our picnic...and the fossil reveal!!<br />
Pull the "fossil" out gently....<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yRLq7CUwNC9fzOQumksBxaqW7wQO5DJNtNRR7b2LFIPkhCNxMgkMctoR47f6eKLZwrRImJr79Jyw89qUBFNiNebFLlSR_q9fCCQFOtmMJi1R6xWy8lA536tE4H5RS8_x78-Txw/s1600/Thursday+Workshop+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yRLq7CUwNC9fzOQumksBxaqW7wQO5DJNtNRR7b2LFIPkhCNxMgkMctoR47f6eKLZwrRImJr79Jyw89qUBFNiNebFLlSR_q9fCCQFOtmMJi1R6xWy8lA536tE4H5RS8_x78-Txw/s320/Thursday+Workshop+017.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVA56uUU1-SuRsgW3j4I5Ev3r7hYFwT5scjsFuKQIBUKOrogbBs9PUxPTuhNJyunJfDwa-DlzmKVXrV8O5Te_akOV8E5EHp-FATHRCKGWc3HpT7Namg5j1h_1AVC4NDKut0etTTw/s1600/Fossils+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVA56uUU1-SuRsgW3j4I5Ev3r7hYFwT5scjsFuKQIBUKOrogbBs9PUxPTuhNJyunJfDwa-DlzmKVXrV8O5Te_akOV8E5EHp-FATHRCKGWc3HpT7Namg5j1h_1AVC4NDKut0etTTw/s320/Fossils+002.JPG" /></a></div><br />
<br />
A fun day...learning about the past and how archaeologist uncover clues and learn from the past. We even talked about some of the things that archaeologist would discover about us! It even led to a discussion about conserving and our environment today.The Cabin Pathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11866647093107450306noreply@blogger.com0