tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9629687.post2987539760071418779..comments2023-10-14T04:54:09.328-05:00Comments on Fumbling for Words: Where the wild things aren'tUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9629687.post-16102971511926464632008-07-26T23:18:00.000-05:002008-07-26T23:18:00.000-05:00I'm on my way to check out saskatoons. It sounds ...I'm on my way to check out saskatoons. It sounds like what I call "service berry"Pamelahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05404943895800549273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9629687.post-55773128233862297102008-07-26T11:47:00.000-05:002008-07-26T11:47:00.000-05:00It is precisely because of my childhood memories o...It is precisely because of my childhood memories of running through the woods, picking wild flowers, and wading in the creek, that we have made the decision to move next door to my parents. If it weren't for my kids, I could probably live the rest of my life hours away from my parents. But knowing I can give my kids the same kind of childhood that I had? I have to believe it will be worth it, even though I'll desperately miss suburban living.<BR/><BR/>Sounds like you had a fun time camping! We still need to find time to go do that this summer.Stephaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13069438994373526773noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9629687.post-2126368830385184902008-07-25T19:57:00.000-05:002008-07-25T19:57:00.000-05:00I had the same upbringing...I was always out picki...I had the same upbringing...I was always out picking raspberries and getting all scratched up. I was in charge of all the gardening and spent tons of time mucking stalls and transferring manure from the new pile to the gardenable pile.<BR/><BR/>My girls like the fruits of my labor, but if asked to help in the garden? Well, they have better things to do in the house.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03794646317737225407noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9629687.post-46463270111657086602008-07-25T11:33:00.000-05:002008-07-25T11:33:00.000-05:00Sweet memories. This post doesn't help with my gul...Sweet memories. This post doesn't help with my gulit over allowing my now teenage boys so much computer time this summer. But once they hit this age there's not a lot I can do about it. Being at Cowichan Lake I was the one who wanted to be outside all the time. What happened?andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16364011769128646998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9629687.post-40980956545959672712008-07-25T10:34:00.000-05:002008-07-25T10:34:00.000-05:00Thank-you, H, for the wonderful memories! I feel ...Thank-you, H, for the wonderful memories! I feel very much the same way - saddened that I can't provide that kind of experience for my kids. It seems that there is a lot of "life knowledge" and yet at the same time a lot of "innocence" that my kids will miss by growing up in the city. It's almost enough to make be jealous of your other brother. Almost. Or, perhaps more accurately, "in some ways". :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com