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.
While hiking through an extremely dry stretch of forest, imagining fires, I sought out the flowers that were still surviving. This gives the impression of a healthier situation than what I actually witnessed. It felt like 100 degrees at Noon. Sticks on the ground were crackly. We could smell the pine needles as the Sun drove out their last bits of resin. This was by far the driest I've seen the local forest in my 7 years here. And it's only May! Please be careful with matches. Better yet, leave them home.