In just a few more days we head back into the city, and I am dreading it. We are in the Smoky Mountain National Park visiting with family. Enjoying fresh mountain air, beautiful wildlife, and watching the leaves and snow fly as we gently roll into a new season.
The Smokies envoke beautiful memories of when I started visiting this place as a kid with my parents and grandparents which now I can share it with my little guy.
Retelling stories of his ancestors; who called these mountains of the Appalachians their home.People who where amazing artisans, who could quilt, make their own soap,make baskets,wooden cooking utensils,fry up amazing chicken and green tomatoes,and make blackberry wine which was only used purely as medicinal purposes due to their Baptist Snake Handling beliefs.
Yesterday afternoon my son Jack and I went to our local library to study wildflowers. We collected his journal ,art supplies, and found a spot near the gardens. Our library's gardens is filled with native plants that are taken care of by our master gardeners.
We talked about native plants and what they are called, how wildflowers seeds are spread, and what types of insects we find in our gardens.
Jack spotted a few Cicada shells laying around the trees, and we listened to the sounds they make.
Jack drew Black Eyed Susan's in his journal.
We found some great books that we would like to share with you on the topics of late summer gardens, gardening, and insects.