The
curly birchbark also reminded me of my childhood.
My sister and brother and I would peel strips
of bark to take home. We tried to make little
canoes out of it, to sail on Red Hill Creek. Sometimes
we cut strips and flattened them to be used as
book marks. I even tried to make a curly wig for
a doll. (It didn't work.)
I
am grateful that I still become excited by Nature,
even after all these years. So it goes.
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