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.
I took the West Ranch Road loop this morning without my camera, and I saw a nice patch of Columbine. My Goldenrod Crab Spider, after eating several bugs these past two days, apparently is taking time out to digest. So, I thought I'd head back to West Road in the afternoon with my camera to record those Columbines. However, the first bright red spots I saw in the woods at 20 mph turned out to be the Red Larkspur (above). If you can imagine five of these blossoms wrapped around a central core, perhaps you can imagine their relationship to the Crimson Columbine (below), which is in the same family, the buttercup family, Ranunculaceae.
An unopened Columbine looks a lot like the Larkspur.
Here's a fully opened one which really stands out against the background of dark forest.
Another view that I love is the view from below. But these were hanging over a muddy ditch, so I decided to get this view in another way.
Here's my front yard Crab Spider, apparently taking a rest from eating. I saw an ant crawl right over its body and it didn't even flinch. Either full from yesterday's feast, or maybe too tired. The clover blossoms are starting to turn brown and wilt, so I'm eagerly anticipating the spider's move to a nearby daisy.