One of the things I’ve been trying to do every day is take a nice long walk. (After all, the call of the ice cream stand in town is LOUD).
As I’ve been taking these walks I’ve been delighted to find, if I take my time and look closely, a lovey variety of mushrooms and other forest treasures.
This one looked like it could be used as the swimming pool for some teeny-tiny fairies.
This little community seemed to doing a little urban sprawl.
I’m pretty sure the one in the foreground will eventually look like the one in the rear, but don’t hold me to it! It’s a great color, though, isn’t it?
This pure white one was all by its lonesome. Well, as far as I could tell, at least!
At first I thought this was a slice of wood,
but sure enough, there was the stem!
I’m not sure if this would be considered a mushroom or a fungi. Or something else entirely!
This little family was no bigger than my index finger. So tiny!
Here’s another colorful community –
And then there was the mother of all mushroom logs –
which even came with its own tiny fauna.
I’m sure I’ll find other forest treasures as I explore in the days to come. And I’ll do my best to keep you in the loop!
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them,
and there is nothing hidden from its heat.
Psalm 19:1-6 (ESV)
It’s been a tradition here at the cabin to sign your name on the bunk you slept in. When we were kids we signed with crayons.
We even made sure our friends signed when they joined us on vacation.
(I wonder whatever happened to Donna Baker?)
When the bunk beds were redesigned into a double bed and a single bed, we made sure to keep all of those memory boards and incorporated them either into the new beds or as part of the shelving.
Over the years, with the advent of the Sharpie pen, the ‘signings’ have become a bit bolder, but still mostly contained in the sleeping area or up in the loft.
A sharp eye can even spot some original artwork.
Because this is a family cabin and we share it with our entire family and their friends, we don’t always know the folks who have left their John Hancock behind. But it’s still fun to see what clever and creative ‘signings’ folks leave behind. Since our son and family (5 of our 10 granchildren) were up here just before us, we were clued in that our oldest granddaughter (Ellie, age 15) had left a special signing this year. It took us a couple of minutes to find it, but when we did, we were delighted! There, tucked on the side of the ladder to the loft was an Ellie Original.
We have an official Cabin “Sign-in Book”, but for the under 20 gang, signing the cabin itself still seems to have the most appeal.
And I’m kinda glad about that!
We woke up to rain, packed the truck in the rain and drove the entire trip in the rain. But we made it to the cabin, and while I can’t say the sun broke through the clouds to welcome us here, it did stop raining so we could get the truck unpacked without getting drenched.
The food’s been put away and I’m getting ready to take a nap. And Gary is putting in a new outlet.
Yes, the Cabin vacation has officially begun!