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Nature School :: The Favorite Place

We took a supper picnic yesterday, opting to stay home for the morning and quiet time.  As I've been in the mood to tie up loose ends with my sewing and knitting, the children have felt similarly.  They spent part of the morning cleaning their closet (yes!) and organizing their treasures.  You know, weed eater line, ring pop rings, Nancy Drew books, and postcards.  While my sewing was not accomplished, we did have a nice day and ended it in the woods at Elk Garden.  I considered what to call this place.  The marriage place, the place with big rocks, the cow place, the sap tapping place.  It has many identities in our memories, but it really is The Favorite Place.

Into the Woods

I packed soup, granola, raisins, cheese and pickles for us, and Willow packed for the dolls.  Roan insisted on carrying his pack basket, which was pretty heavily laden.  He seems up for taking on bigger tasks lately.

The Dolls' Picnic

Willow set up the dolls' picnic and I set up ours.  We all ate so contentedly and well.  The soup was potato, bean, and bacon soup from The Waldorf Book of Soups.  It's the best recipe in there, hands down, and it might be my new go-to for navy bean soup.  Willow just loved it, which is so rare.


After supper, it was time for bouldering.  There are plenty of them in the woods!  The children are becoming pretty good at it, I think, much more adventurous than me.  I had such a cautious childhood.

Golden Light

The sun was setting as we left.  How beautiful it was--the sun was so fiery and red, just perfect. It called this verse to mind, that I have shared before:

Little dark leaves, you are growing so old,
fading so gently from green to gold.
See how the sun in his splendor goes down,
and lovingly gilds you a glorious crown.

~Enki Spirals


( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )
Sep. 23rd, 2016 12:05 pm (UTC)
Oh, this post is beautiful. Just looking at your photos makes me feel content inside. And I see my little friend enjoying himself in the Appalachian forest! I will have to show Elizabeth - she will love that. His gnome friends to come are progressing nicely. I've read thing about boys and carrying heavier things, and seen it first hand - they do seem to get something out of doing this. Jack is just the same - he wants to carry a backpack with stuff in it when we hike, a lot of the time. He wants to carry in the heavier grocery bags. He wants to carry the heavy logs. There is something there that means something to him. I love the pack basket - I've wanted one of those for years. Thanks for sharing that lovely verse; I'm making a special note of that one. - Stacey
Sep. 24th, 2016 11:10 am (UTC)
He is having such a good time, yes. :-) Carrying heavy things is part of sensory integration. It really is good for us to do. The pack basket came from Imagine Childhood--the most reasonable price I had seen.
( 2 trees — Plant a Forest )

A Blessed Wilderness

It was just like being in heaven, being in there. In those days there was no road. The park was all a blessed wilderness. I have often thought what a wonderful people we would have been if we had wanted to keep it that way.

~Adolph Murie, biologist, on Denali


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