Do you remember going into the bush and collecting pine cones for the fire? We did it quite often.
And mushrooms.
I don't believe we picked the ones in the forest. They were poisonous. The mushrooms we picked in the paddocks.Remember we had open paddocks at the end our street in Shorewell? Then it became a through road. Retrograde step!
I still have a basket of pine cones collected over the years. They mean nothing to the boys now but they remind me of times past!
Roddy, Mushrooms are mushrooms.Sue, can they be made into soup?
Nuh...rocks make the best soup!
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Do you remember going into the bush and collecting pine cones for the fire? We did it quite often.
And mushrooms.
I don't believe we picked the ones in the forest. They were poisonous.
The mushrooms we picked in the paddocks.
Remember we had open paddocks at the end our street in Shorewell? Then it became a through road. Retrograde step!
I still have a basket of pine cones collected over the years. They mean nothing to the boys now but they remind me of times past!
Roddy, Mushrooms are mushrooms.
Sue, can they be made into soup?
Nuh...rocks make the best soup!
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