Nearly a month has gone by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I'm finding that teaching writing classes not only involves lots of time grading papers but also focuses my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but not focusing in the short run on material I want to post here. We'll see what develops. Let's just say, my cessation of blogging is not due to deterioration of my health. I might be back soon. It probably depends on how spring unfolds - wildflowers, lizards, interesting insects, etc., usually fire me up and prompt me to keep my camera batteries charged.
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.
We're only a couple of days into the projected long rainstorm, but some spring wildflowers have already sprung up. They're tiny, though, so you almost have to crawl around on hands and knees to spot them. That's my specialty, wearing out the knees of pants. The Spring Whitlow Grass, Draba verna, a member of the mustard family, Brassicaceae, has blossoms 1/4-inch or less across and its basal rosettes of leaves are almost always covered by the leaves of neighboring vegetation. Dewdrops on grass are an aesthetically pleasing subject, and if you're lucky you might catch some insect drinking from these little reservoirs. On this same day, while walking without my camera, I also saw the first Henbit Dead Nettle and Chickweed at this elevation. I had seen them a couple of weeks ago in the lower canyon near Bear Creek, about 1,500 feet below Quincy. So, spring is starting to move up the canyon.