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A view From the Woods - Through a Child’s Eyes


By Loni Kemp

Mon, Mar 23rd, 2015
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We left home during a below zero cold snap and returned a couple of weeks later to full-on springtime. While we were lounging around the sandy Mexican beach under coconut trees, soaking up the warmth, Minnesota experienced the big thaw.

Driving home from the airport, we smiled at the clear roads and farm fields emerging from under snow. Our place is always the absolute last to melt, because the forest collects and holds more snow and then shades it. Yet a few warm days shrank the snow fields, and by the time the laundry was done, mail sorted and email responded to, we were back to a brown world.

I had missed our little grandson, and so was delighted that his mother, our younger daughter, agreed to come to the country for the day. They arrived with their yellow lab and a big hug for Gramma from the nearly-two year old little boy. Diaper bag, extra clothes, baby backpack—all were carried into the house. But where were his boots? One very important thing for a spring hike is mud boots, but how could he have his day of playing in the cold mud with nothing on his feet?

I thought of how humans managed in the early times, and imagined making moccasins or muck boots. My daughter got to work, starting with a couple of pairs of my wool socks pulled on over his pants. I fished a couple of bread bags out of the drawer, and she started in with duct tape. A little pair of soles, and tape wound round the bags over his feet and legs, and he was good to go. He looked like a little spaceman, but was able to run and jump just fine.

Six months is a long time in the mind of a two year old, so I wondered what he would remember about our times in the garden last summer. As he ran out the door he was shouting about apples, so I knew he remembered picking and eating apples in the fall. He went right for the orchard, then the blueberry bushes, then the raspberries, where he had spent happy hours devouring fruit.

A little boy can be very observant. He discovered the pinecones under the big pines and immediately began a collection, just like he used to do. Prunings from the apple trees littered the orchard, so that inspired a game of throwing sticks to the dog. He spied a squirrel and a chipmunk and kept asking, “Where they go?” as they skittered away. He listened for birds, and pointed high overhead at passing crows and geese.

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becky's Food Tales - Hummus- Really Easy, Very Good

By Becky Hoff

Mon, Mar 16th, 2015
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Hummus- Really Easy, Very Good Hummus is a Middle Eastern spread made from blending just the right amounts of tahini (also known as sesame seed paste), chickpeas, lemon juice and olive oil. With a pinch of salt and a little garlic, you have a fla ..... 
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A little of this, A little of that. - 3.2.15

By Kathy Little

Mon, Mar 2nd, 2015
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One of the last remaining phone booths is in Lanesboro, Minn. It was getting quite a lot of attention last summer. Young tourists were snapping “selfies” of themselves standing by it and in it. Laughing loudly and scornfully and exclaiming ..... 
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Country Coffee Talk 2.23.15

By Jeanette Schmidt

Mon, Feb 23rd, 2015
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Get ready! Here comes that fifth season called March…will it come in like a lion or lamb; do we really have to beware of “The Ides of March”; will your favorite movie win the Academy Awards; will you give up something important for Lent? Or wi ..... 
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A View From the Woods - Enduring trees

By Loni Kemp

Mon, Feb 16th, 2015
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The view out my windows is all about trees. This morning bare branches wave and tall trunks sway in he frigid wind. For a brief few moments at sunrise, the sky glows pink behind the black tracery of living wood. Yesterday’s snow clings to horizont ..... 
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A little of this, A little of that. 2-2-15

By Kathy Little

Mon, Feb 2nd, 2015
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I love Minnesota in the spring. I love Minnesota in the summer. I love Minnesota in the fall. I do not love Minnesota in the winter At all! Blizzards, ice storms, wind chills, and slippery roads are not my definition of fun. Getting up at ..... 
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Becky's Food Tales - Have a bran-tastic day

By Becky Hoff

Mon, Jan 26th, 2015
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Those who know me may be aware of the fact that I am not a morning person. Perhaps it is a holdover from years of working night shifts; I do not know. If you call my house before nine a.m., prepare to leave a message. I may be awake, but I am not ..... 
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Sue's Muse 1.4.16

By Sue Ommen

Sun, Jan 4th, 2015
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Gilbert, the food addict Gilbert is a food addict. I thought this comment a comical assessment, as all dogs seem to be obsessed by food. An image comes to mind of my childhood black lab, Scout, gobbling the grilled hamburgers resting on a plate on ..... 
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Working Mom - 12.15.14

By Tammy Danielson

Mon, Dec 15th, 2014
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It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year Who remembers getting apples, nuts, and hard candy in a brown bag after their Sunday School Christmas program? I do and am not sure why, but my parents never seemed to be worried about me choking on the ..... 
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