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Weekend Wonderings

Karen

I am by nature a wonderer. I often think of questions about the world, how it works and why. Some of my pondering could easily be solved with common sense. (For example asking Mr C if wolves were real, since they seemed to be prevalent in fairytales but I’d never seen one. When we went to a wildlife park he insisted on taking my photo next to the sign for the wolf enclosure!) Other ponderings actually go a bit deeper and are more scientific or philosophical in nature. 

This morning on our walk to Messy Church, my son got rather excited as he saw these leaves blanketing the path. (He was on his bike and they did make a wonderful noise as he rode over them!) 


This got me wondering, as the sycamore leaves were so massive. Do larger leaves come from chunky, study looking trees? When you look at trees like the birch with their tiny, delicate leaves it makes sense, but other trees blow that theory out of the water. Enormous, ancient oak trees still produce middle sized leaves, but in huge quantities. It got me thinking more, do they need larger leaves to help feed and sustain such a big tree? Whatever the answer, it led to an interesting discussion on our walk home.

Many of my crafting explorations are the result of my ‘I wonder what will happen if…?’ moments. There is a good reason why a lot of them never make it as far as my blog! There is the odd success story, and there are a few more ‘wonderings’ up my sleeve when I get around to testing them…

I’m pretty certain my children take after me with their wonderings too. For example ‘what will happen if I use mummy’s mascara to clean the toilet?’ or ‘how many jam sandwiches can I fit down the back of the radiator before she notices?’ (The answer is ‘quite a lot’ and anyone offering tips on how to remove them without draining the radiator and unscrewing it will be branded a hero in my eyes!)

If you can shed any light on the correlation between size of tree and size of leaves, or anything else, please share!

45 thoughts on “Weekend Wonderings”

  1. Funny, I am just wondering why the cat smells of jam sandwiches. We have no jam in the place… Have you tried barbecue tongs to grab, or a knitting needle to spear the stashed sarnies? Good stories to tell when they are older though!

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  4. Bless me father for I have sinned ….
    I have laughed like a drain at this post, and yet my fellow blogger is in distress, in the middle of a crisis, and her questions go unanswered for I am laughing loudly and with the mentality of a friend who shouldn’t be her friend.

    I’ve refused to adopt her children. But … on the plus side I did offer to go shopping with her and entertain her little darlings while she shopped.

    Mrs. Craft.. I love you. I love you so much I could squidge you and squidge you until you’re no longer squidgable.
    Thank you for a much needed laugh and giggle. I promise to one day do the same service just for you.
    God bless you, you wonderful woman!
    ~ Cobs. xxx

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    1. Haha, oh dear. I’m glad my disasters and minor failures are amusing, I also laugh after the occasion! I’m making a list of things to do to their houses when they have their own too. 😂 x

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      3. ROFL … ahhh… but then you see, your Grandchildren would ALWAYS be wanting to come to Grammies house because not only do they get to do stuff that Mom and Dad won’t let them do, but they get BLUE SWEETS at the end too!

        You’d never be rid of ’em. LOL

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  5. Beautiful photo! It’s making me nostalgic for Autumn in England… Finnish Autumn is far too short – we have snow already and it’s been very cold! I was trying to explain the traditional game of conkers to my husband the other day and he just didn’t understand… *sigh* 🙂

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    1. Oh dear, it’s one of those games that you need to play to understand. It brings back childhood memories. I’ve not taught my children the game yet as they are dangerous enough without weapons on strings.

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      1. Very true! Ha, I can understand about not teaching it to your children yet. Is it still banned in a lot of schools over there? I have a feeling my primary school banned it when I was in year six…

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  7. I love that question about the wolves 😀 It reminds me (and makes me feel better!) about all the really stupid questions I ask my PhD supervisor, because my mind’s working on a different problem! No idea about the leaves though, I’ll ask my biologist friend 🙂

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  8. Curiosity was one of Leonardo de Vinci’s guiding principles, so I don’t think you’re in bad company. As for wolves being real or not, I remember a few years ago one of my friends said something about dragons not being real, and for a second I did double take – weren’t they? Seems like I have the inverse of your wolf thinking 🙂

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  13. Interesting that I should land upon this post of yours. I am currently exploring the desert land of western USA. Aside from the palm trees (which still baffle me), I noticed that the few other trees tended to have small leaves.
    I come from Michigan, where maples, oaks, etc have leaves the size of my hand.
    I ‘pondered’ if the leaves of the desert trees were little, due to having little water.
    Thank you for your post. I am grateful I am not alone in the world of pondering…. ren

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