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.
Not only is the Spring Whitlow Grass one of the earliest bloomers, but is already going to seed. A very fast life cycle, and it will go through several before many other species bloom for the first time.
These were photographed in the depressions at the top of a cinder block wall on Coburn St.
At the foot of the same wall there's a nice crop of early Dandelions. The herbicides will probably arrive soon. But the dandelions will prevail anyway.
Chickweed, growing among the cultivated flowers around the museum.
Lilies of the field, in the lawn of the corner house owned by the museum. I forgot the name, but I'll insert it later. Please don't mow for a while. This is a nice scene.
These lilies have many names, one of which is Hyacinth. But there are many other flowers named hyacinth. Better learn some Latin.
Miner's lettuce on Main Street.
Saw this Filaree blooming, went home to get the camera, and by the time I got back, the wind had knocked off the petals.
A little further down the street there were some survivors. This "weed" is a wild geranium.
Henbit Dead Nettle, a mint without an aroma, at least to the human nose. There are probably some bugs that can smell it.