Playground

The forest is a play ground.  For the last three days James, Selah, (grandchildren) and I have played in the forest.  We built a hut out of pine saplings on the coldest day and laid in the pine straw and talked.  We walked around the pond and looked where the bucks were rubbing the trees.  We made swords like used in "Star Wars" out of tree branches, and made a spear that we could throw and stick in the ground.  We looked at a deer hide being made ready for a project. We climbed trees, walked a foot log and collected moss for James's turtle back in Kentucky.  We watched deer out the window on the coldest morning.  Who can say there is nothing to do in the forest?  We had so much fun!