What Is Your Favorite Nature Memory?


| 6/8/2010 9:24:30 AM


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Nature

Getting out in nature can stir up a lot of good memories. While flipping through all the sounds, sights and smells of those memories, do you have one that sticks out above all the rest?

My favorite memory drifts past green pastures and serene blue skies to a muddy, toad invaded pond. After a long, hot hike through the pasture, my brother and I crawled under the fence and raced to the pond. I remember the first time I got in the water, slowly inching my way in, not sure what to think of the plants brushing against my ankles and the mud squishing between my toes. After about a few minutes, though, my brother and I were splashing and exploring that murky water. Along the banks we found bugs skimming across the surface and plenty of rocks made just for skipping. As the sun began to set, the toads came alive. Their croaks sounded a melody that echoed all around the pond. Time stopped as I took in all of the plants and animals in and around the pond that day.

This one adventure and memory led to many more trips to that pond. I even invited my friends along to include them in my nature find. Soon we had logs and rafts to float on and a bridge to make our exploring easier. My one memory led to many more.

What’s your favorite nature memory? Tell us about it in the comments section below.

Faye Burke_1
6/23/2010 2:55:02 PM

Just returned from a family reunion in south Ga.Revisited the spot where my grandmother's house had been. There in what was the old backyard, right off the kitchen poach was an ancient grape arbor. I was flooded with memories of thick green vines loaded with clusters of sweet smelling fruits. Many days when I was not old enough to go to school yet, my dad would bring me to visit grandma. I loved to sit under this great cave of an arbor next to the manual pump and hear the birds,soak up the smells of summer, and eat the leftover from breakfast cathead buscuit filled with homemade cane molasses. It was cool under there,I could watch as the day unfolded, unobserved. Playing at being grown up.A great connect to the outdoors given by my grandma, Dora.


John Moses
6/23/2010 2:15:39 PM

When I was little, my dad had a 95 acre farm about an hour from our home. Together we built a little rustic one room cabin on it overlooking a live creek that flowed from a spring upstream about 200 yards. One memory was building the cabin including the cabinets and mantle. Almost all of the wood was cut on the farm, hauled up the hill to a little sawmill. Most was rough cut. We also built the huge fireplace with native stone. My favorite memory was playing in that creek below building dams and swimming in the little lakes we made. John


Barbara_77
6/22/2010 9:09:34 PM

My nature Memory is the Great Smokie Mountains visiting Cades Cove. Oh' what a place. History being unfolded before your eyes. Wanting to see if I'd be able to do it myself as they did. This may be true shortly and not fiction. I'm doing my best to learn and learn how they did things in those days. We will be in for one hell'va ride. To all of you out there best of luck. We did a lot of camping in my younger yrs. It's all coming back. Just need to finish up some projects to be ready.!!!





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