Saturday found us wandering about Pigeon River State Forest searching for morel mushrooms, with Mimi, Poppa, Uncle Doug, and Aunt Suzan.
We climbed trees, found acorns (but only took home the ones with "their hats still on!"), played with sticks, and dicovered that you can write on birch bark with a twig. No birch trees were harmed in the making of this photo....we only took the bark off of the trees that had already fallen down. Drew confided that he thinks that "This is how the Indians wrote letters to each other, 'cause they didn't have paper." I now have two scraps of birch bark on my desk that say "I love you, Mama," next to a jar of dandelions. Perfect.
But most exciting of all, we came home with this:
Just enough for us all to have last night with our steak, and, oh gosh, were they good. After reading 'I dig dandelions (and apricot blossoms)' by 6512 and growing, we also added a dandelion salad to dinner. Ian wasn't impressed, but the rest of us thought it was great. It might have been the perfect dinner, wonderful food, fabulous conversation, and the kids even used their manners so very well. What more could a Mama ask for?
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