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 a brief stroll around my front yard I noticed an old "dead" potted plant I had discarded and destined to become soil again. But today I noticed a new sprout from the side. I immediately admired this little plant's audacity, trying to begin a new life when everything around it is turning brown and either dying or going to sleep for the winter.
Here's a closer view. I suspect it's not a part of the plant that occupied the pot, but instead is the result of a seed that landed on this spot. I'm tempted to pot it and bring it inside to see what it becomes.
On the lawn nearby, which I do not plan to mow again before winter, a few dandelions are trying to sneak their way into another cycle of seed production by laying really low. I wish them the best.