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Teasel Creatures From the Beginning…

In Personal Blog on February 24, 2012 at 12:09 PM

The story of how the teasel creatures began is told on the January 29, 2012 blog entry.   Thanks to a nice customer the critters took life in 2008.  The earliest versions of the critters were Monseiur and Madam Teasel Mousekins and their family and Mr. and Mrs. Hedgehog Teasel and their offspring. Many transitions in their appearance have occurred the five years since they began .

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Teasel Beaver

In Personal Blog on February 15, 2012 at 12:58 PM

Teasel Beaver

Beavers have to keep chewing to keep their teeth from growing too large.  Forest tree limbs keep their teeth sharpened and provide structure for the dams they make.

The Beavers of Crooked Creek

A smokey fog hung like a wet blanket over the still forest floor. Two beavers gnawed big tree trunks by the gurgling creek.

“BAM”, a tree fell with a loud crash.  Bobby Beaver, jumped back as the tall tree fell at his feet.

“Scram Bobby! You are in my territory!” shouted Baxter Beaver rushing over to the scene .

“Oops, I did cross the line, didn’t I ,”  said Bobby.

“You purposely crossed the creek ’cause my trees are bigger,” Baxter said.

“Just let me haul off this tree.  I will go back to my side,” said Bobby.

“If I  help you, will you give me part of the logs and branches of the tree to put into my dam?” Baxter asked.

“Okay,” said Bobby, “let’s get started.”

They cut and hauled and hauled and cut.  A day later, the tree was cleared and both beaver dams  were barricaded.

“My teeth are so sharp from all this work that I could buzz saw through a half a dozen tree,” said Baxter.

“Instead of doing that, let’s have a celebration party,” said Baxter.

“Can you slap your tail on top of the water louder than me?” Bobby asked.

Playing through the day, they later arrived home tired and happy.

Harry the Hedgehog Tells About His Coat

In Personal Blog on February 14, 2012 at 11:41 AM

Hello, I am Harry the Hedgehog.   I was created by a lady who makes animals from seedpods and then tells stories about  them.

I live in her basement and sometimes go outdoors.

My prickly coat saved the day recently.

I was outside chewing on the delicious roots of a flower hedge in the yard when a big yellow dog came by.

CHOMP! He tried to gobble me up.

ZING! The barbs on my back shot out and stuck in the dog’s mouth.

WOWZER! Ouch! Ouch! He yelped and dropped me like a hot potato.

The last I saw of him, he was running off and howling like a banshee.

Sometimes barbs are not bad.

Especially when they protect me from my enemies.
 

 

 

 

 

 

What type of insect is this Teasel Creature?

In Personal Blog on February 13, 2012 at 2:34 PM

I look like a moth, and I am definitely an insect because my six  “legs”. The curled proboscis (long flexible snout) I eat with is like the ones butterflies use.  My four wings and big ears help me to fly and to hear.  I do not have a name yet.  If you can think of a cool name for me to go by, let me know.  Thanks.  The Management

Cold Weather is Blowing In

In Personal Blog on February 11, 2012 at 7:24 PM

Blog Written at 7:17 p. m.

Well, old man Winter is not through with us yet.  It has been hovering in the mid-30s all day and I was caught out in the cold.  I attended an Herb Society meeting this a. m. and then did some shopping at the mall later in the day.

The wind was whipping up a gale then and now that it evening, darkness has fallen.  The sound of the wind rushing through the trees in the back yard is like the roar of  ocean waves.  It is a massive rushing sound and before it became pitch black the tops of the trees were being tossed about like stems of grass.

Seeing the tossing trees reminded me of what I learned in Master Gardener class.  The action of the wind causes the branches of the trees to wave wildly about. That in turn causes the roots of the trees to extend further down into the soil and the tree becomes stronger. Being tossed about makes the roots go deeper and stronger.  There is an analogy to life I appreciate in that action. The harder life becomes the stronger our roots.

Here is my take on autumn leaves and change:

Autumn Calling

by Rebecca Pinckney

What is it my body feels at this time of year?

There is a quickening in my pace,

As renewed energy flows through my limbs.

I view the changing vivid colors of the leaves

And I realize the quickening

Is happening there high in the treetops too.

The ancient surge of change of season and time

Catches my imagination.

I anticipate new ideas gently sailing to me

Like colorful leaves falling to the ground.

Information Came today about the Writer’s Conference

In Personal Blog on February 10, 2012 at 6:55 PM

I am now a card carrying member of SCBWI-the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators.  The information packet came in today’s mail. I paid my yearly dues and signed up to attend the local chapter conference which will be held in Atlanta at the end of February.

Cornelia, our post lady stuffed in the package and other articles.  I tussled mightily to wrench them out because the box overflowed. It is either feast or famine with the mail supply, one day it is next to nothing and the next day the box is overstuffed.

From what I can tell, the SCBWI is a legitimate organization.  I recognize the names of some children’s book authors on their board of directors.

This is becoming an interesting adventure.  I hope to learn a lot about how to write a children’s book. Wish me luck, please and thank you.

That’s all for today.

Becky
The Teasel Lady

I am flummoxed at sharing my posts…

In Personal Blog on February 8, 2012 at 3:06 PM

But I hope to gain skill in making them.  Look at my post from yesterday to see the picture of what may be a Dipsacus sativus rosette that is forming into the Teasel plant in my herb garden.  How appropriate that it is growing with the other herbs, for it is in good company.

Is It or Is It Not a Teasel Plant?

In Personal Blog on February 8, 2012 at 3:05 PM

Hello, I found what may be a teasel plant rosette growing at the base of the obelisk in the herb garden.  I hope that is what it is, the Dipsacus sativus.
Here is what it looks like at the beginning of February. I will take some more photos of it and add it to the file as it grows.

The Teasel Ram

In Personal Blog on February 5, 2012 at 10:50 AM

We walked 3 miles this a. m. The leaves have disappeared leaving bare limbs and tree forks exposed. I counted more than twenty-five squirrel nests at the river. It feels delightful to be out in the sixty degree weather. Everyone is marveling and holding their breath to see if we have any more really cold weather this season.

Once there was a snow storm in Atlanta during the first week of March. It was during the Spring break from school. Lots of our children’s friends had gone north to snow ski with their families, but we had a blast playing in it right here at home.

Ramsey the Teasel Ram Cleared Away the Snow

All night long the snow had fallen hard and silently spread a thick white blanket over the earth. Our front yard was filled with strange new shapes and odd-looking mounds where bushes used to be.

In the early morning, Steven and Andrew peered out at a frozen white muffled world. It was the first day of Spring Break and they exploded out the house with excitement at the prospect of playing in the wonder land of snow all day.

“Let’s get that big snow shovel from the basement. We can use it like a plow to clear a path to the street!,” yelled Steven to Andrew.
“I am stronger than you are, I will shovel it first,” Steven declared.

“Wait until I get my Teasel Ram, he will save the day,” said Andrew.
Andrew’s Teasel Ram was a small toy which looked like a real animal, except that it was crafted from the seed pod of the teasel plant.

He fastened it to the top of the snow shovel with twine.
“Okay, Mr. Ramsey the Teasel Ram, let’s show everyone how strong we are,” he said.

For the next hour the brothers took turns shoveling the snow to form a neat path to the street. Each time one of them got tired, they pretended the teasel ram would encourage them to finish the path.

“Say there, young fellow,” said Ramsey Ram as he saw Steven grow red in the face from shoveling snow, “put your hands in a grip about 6 inches apart, then bend your knees when you lean down to scoop.”
“That will save your back, and you won’t have to work so hard,” said the Ram.

“Okay, Mr. Ram, you use your big horns like a snow plow to push animals away who might hurt you. Instead of pushing away enemies, we are pushing back the snow with the shovel,” said Steven.

After taking his final turn with the snow shovel, Andrew said, “Look, Steven. We are at the end of the driveway. Let’s sled down the steep street.

Hurray! Now let’s go and play. Mr. Teasel Ram saved the day!” he said.

The Teasel Squirrel

In Personal Blog on February 3, 2012 at 10:44 AM

Imagel Squirrel

The Teasel Squirrel

Sarah, my daughter-in-law, suggested that I stockpile a whole bunch of the different parts of this teasel creature so that I could put it together quickly. I have a bowl full of “Squirrel” body parts that are sitting waiting to be assembled. I will tell you how it works out.

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