After a slow first five months, I'm back to blogging in earnest. In the forthcoming few months I plan to keep on tracking the blooming of wildflowers, the activities of bugs and reptiles and any other critters I'm quick enough or lucky enough to photograph, and to comment on ecological relationships. Since there is an increasing sense of ecological crisis among many people and more vigorous denial of such on the part of others, I will inevitably comment on the social and political dimensions of survival as I see them.
I am still an adjunct instructor in the English Department at Feather River College, but time permitting, I am available for hire as a nature guide in the region in and around Plumas County. A brochure describing my usual kinds of natural history adventures is in development. Email me c/o firstname.lastname@example.org with your mailing address and a statement of interests, and I'll send you a rough draft.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
On our Sunday walk in upper Bidwell Park in Chico, the most exciting find was that Pipevine, shown in the previous post. When we looked over the rolling hills and at the bare branches of oaks, willows, and sycamores, it was not obvious that any flowers were blooming. However, if we walked the trails looking down at our feet, which I often do, we found the first blooms of several species of wildflowers, just enough to stir anticipation of the broad, colorful carpets of wildflowers that will appear in the next few weeks. From top to bottom, the ones posted here are: Butter and Eggs, Goldfields, Chickweed, Milkmaids, Stickseed, and Poison Oak. We also saw a few Filaree and Wild Mustard. Downtown, in the flower pots along Broadway and Park and the side streets, there was a wonderful variety of nursery bred flowers. And, as always, the large trees of downtown Chico were impressive. Home in Quincy, it's still winter and our driveway is icy. It's always a pleasure to be able to drive to spring in little over an hour.