Can you get high off of pine needles

Is it possible to get high off of pine needles?

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People have consumed large amounts of pine needles in the form of a tea. The needles and the tea are high in vitamin C. Peterson Field Guide: Edible Wild Plants gives no indication that pine needles have any toxicity or intoxicating propert…

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Q: This was an exercise in a class writing books for children. Tuttle Lake All the familiar sensations came rushing back as I rounded the cottage and headed for the path that led to the lake. “Yes!” I thought as I squinted through the thick pine branches at the cloudless blue sky. “This is a perfect day.” The rough, pebble-infused concrete path pricked my bare feet as I started down to the lake so I stepped off into the cushiony pillow of rust colored pine needles hugging either side of the path. Sun light danced hodge-podge through the tall trees, creating a show of shimmering copper where ever it landed on the rusty colored surface. The tropical scent of sun-tan lotion and tangy boat fuel wafted on the fresh lake breeze as I made my way down to the beach. I could hear the kids laughing and the distant calls of “Marco!”….. “Polo!” Followed by excited squeals of laughter and screeching that promised a very fun day. Soon the lake was in full view. Private piers jutted out at each twenty-five yard lot line. Many of them proudly displayed American flags and each one held its own variety of beach toys from water wings to Frisbees to water skis. “Zzzzzzzt!!!—Zzzt-zzt-zzzzzzzz!” A lone jet-ski skittered and jumped and swerved on the water avoiding the much larger ski boats and their skiers. A short distance down the beach a chocolate lab barked and bounced happily, waiting for his master to toss the Frisbee he was holding. High waves foamed and cascaded at the shore with an inviting “Whooosh” that called to beach-goers of all ages. The warm dry sand was the color of, well, sand. Not salty white ocean sand, but good, earthy, mid-western sand that turns from light, sparkling gold to rich caramel depending on the degree of wetness. My toes warmed instantly as I squished and buried my feet in the warm gold stuff. At mid-afternoon the lake was alive with activity. A sparkling blue oval dotted with fast moving speed boats and lazy white sails. Kids were splashing around and playing various water games while parents lounged on the beach with fruity looking drinks and baskets of sandwiches. White gulls soared over head watching for unsuspecting fish or a dropped crust of bread. I was off to play! Later on I headed back when the smells of charcoal, roasting corn and hamburgers and hot dogs filled the air. Dinner bells were clanging every few minutes and my tummy was grumbling. I sat on the old wooden bench at the edge of the trees watching the lake grow quiet as people headed home for dinner. The sun was an orange fire ball, slowly descending among wispy clouds ranging from pale pink to red to deep purple. Soon it would disappear behind the dense green forest across the lake which was now silent and smooth as glass. It had been a truly perfect day.

A: I enjoyed it very much! Sighing and remembering such days, part of my past. Thank you for sharing! As noted and approved by the two below…I add…do NOT hide that light under a bushel basket!

Comments on this descriptive essay?

Q: Tuttle Lake All the familiar sensations came rushing back as I rounded the cottage and headed for the path that led to the lake. “Yes!” I thought as I squinted through the thick pine branches at the cloudless blue sky. “This is a perfect day.” The rough, pebble-infused concrete path pricked my bare feet as I started down to the lake so I stepped off into the cushiony pillow of rust colored pine needles hugging either side of the path. Sun light danced hodge-podge through the tall trees, creating a show of shimmering copper where ever it landed on the rusty colored surface. The tropical scent of sun-tan lotion and tangy boat fuel wafted on the fresh lake breeze as I made my way down to the beach. I could hear the kids laughing and the distant calls of “Marco!”….. “Polo!” Followed by excited squeals of laughter and screeching that promised a very fun day. Soon the lake was in full view. Private piers jutted out at each twenty-five yard lot line. Many of them proudly displayed American flags and each one held its own variety of beach toys from water wings to Frisbees to water skis. “Zzzzzzzt!!!—Zzzt-zzt-zzzzzzzz!” A lone jet-ski skittered and jumped and swerved on the water avoiding the much larger ski boats and their skiers. A short distance down the beach a chocolate lab barked and bounced happily, waiting for his master to toss the Frisbee he was holding. High waves foamed and cascaded at the shore with an inviting “Whooosh” that called to beach-goers of all ages. The warm dry sand was the color of, well, sand. Not salty white ocean sand, but good, earthy, mid-western sand that turns from light, sparkling gold to rich caramel depending on the degree of wetness. My toes warmed instantly as I squished and buried my feet in the warm gold stuff. At mid-afternoon the lake was alive with activity. A sparkling blue oval dotted with fast moving speed boats and lazy white sails. Kids were splashing around and playing various water games while parents lounged on the beach with fruity looking drinks and baskets of sandwiches. White gulls soared over head watching for unsuspecting fish or a dropped crust of bread. I was off to play! Later on I headed back when the smells of charcoal, roasting corn and hamburgers and hot dogs filled the air. Dinner bells were clanging every few minutes and my tummy was grumbling. I sat on the old wooden bench at the edge of the trees watching the lake grow quiet as people headed home for dinner. The sun was an orange fire ball, slowly descending among wispy clouds ranging from pale pink to red to deep purple. Soon it would disappear behind the dense green forest across the lake which was now silent and smooth as glass. It had been a truly perfect day. http://i251.photobucket.com/albums/gg315/Sherine_013/sunset2.jpgThis was an exercise for a writing class geared toward children.

A: You definitely have a lot of descriptions. It just about covers everything and for the most part I think its pretty good. I would maybe try to eliminate some of the adjectives and bring in a little more action. When I was reading it felt kind of reminiscent and calm rather than exciting as a vacation day full of people at the lake might be. I like the last paragraph and I would incorporate the dinner smells into that into the last paragraph rather than saying “Later on I headed back”Here’s my critique hope it helps:All the familiar sensations came rushing back as I left the cottage and headed down the path to the lake. “Yes!” I thought as I squinted through the thick pine branches at the cloudless blue sky. “This is going to be a perfect day.”The rough, pebble-infused concrete path pricked my bare feet as I started down to the lake so I stepped off into the cushiony pillow pine needles hugging either side of the path. Sun light danced through tall trees, creating a show of shimmering copper.The tropical scent of sun-tan lotion and tangy boat fuel wafted on the fresh lake breeze as I made my way to the beach. Kids laughed in distant calls of “Marco!”….. “Polo!” Yes it excitement was in the air. It promised a very fun day.Soon the lake was in full view. Private piers all in a row gently bounced over the water. Many proudly displayed American flags and each one held its own variety of beach toys from water wings to Frisbees to water skis.“Zzzzzzzt!!!—Zzzt-zzt-zzzzzzzz!” A jet-ski skittered, jumped and swerved on the water teesing the much larger ski boats and their skiers.A chocolate lab barked and bounced happily, waiting for another toss of the Frisbee.High waves foamed and cascaded at the shore with an inviting “Whooosh” that called to beach-goers of all ages.The warm dry mid-western sand sparkled a from gold to rich caramel depending on the degree of wetness inviting my toes as I squished and buried my feet.The lake was alive with activity. Fast moving speed boats and lazy white sails, kids splashing around and playing. Parents lounged on the beach with fruity looking drinks and baskets of sandwiches. White gulls soared over head watching for unsuspecting fish or a dropped crust of bread. I was off to play!As the sun started to set, I sat on the old wooden bench at the edge of the trees watching the lake grow quiet as people headed home. Dinner bells clanged. The smell of charcoal, roasting corn and hamburgers filled the air. My tummy began to grumble. The sun was an orange fire ball, slowly descending among wispy clouds ranging from pale pink to red to deep purple. Soon it would disappear behind the dense green forest across the lake which was now silent and smooth as glass.It had been a truly perfect day.

Trees and bushes growing into my garden?

Q: Don’t get me wrong, I love trees but my neighbour has planted trees right up to our fence and the trunks are now pushing on my fence. The trees are huge – silver birch, ash and pine trees. It used to be lovely and sunny in my garden (that was one of the reasons we bought the property in the first place) but the huge trees have blocked it out. Not to mention the rubbish that falls from the trees in winter. I collected 2 buckets full of pine needles last week. We live in semi detatched houses with small gardens. I have spoken to the owner of the property but he’s not happy – he said if we touch the back of his trees he will put a high fence up and we’ll have to look at that. I used to think he was such a nice man but now we have brought this to his attention he’s really turned nasty. We have lived in this house for 30 years and now I just don’t want to go out in the garden any more. I was thinking of getting a tree feller in to take off the back of all his trees and bushes that hang over onto my land but is this going too far?I’m in the UK and it is usual for house owners to own the land too so any disputes we have to deal with through the councils.

A: here are articles that should helphttp://www.propertylawuk.net/boundariestrees.htmlhttp://www.bushywood.com/high_hedges_law.htmhere is a freephone number and soliciters who advertise chat on line freehttp://www.hlf-law.co.uk/flashsite/Departments/Planning/high%20hedges.htmlhope this helpssorry it is legal info but these are the Laws of UKdo hope this helpsi would at least phone the freephone number