Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
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.