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.
It's been several days since I discovered these flowers, and the impulse that prompted the title has weakened. I was checking my mail at the Quincy Post Office when I noticed across the street a cluster of bright yellow flowers that I had to investigate. Right at the edge of the road, poling just above sidewalk level, was a lush cluster of Hooker's Evening Primrose (above and below). I never tire of photographing this flower because it presents in such a variety of ways, and also because it blooms in the morning! Where'd it get that name?
This blossom is around 4" inches in diameter.
Clusters that have buds, opened flowers, and seed-filled ovaries all on one stem provide great variety for photography.
Once I got this close to the ditch, I started noticing more flowers, so I just ambled along the edge. The next intrigung scene was a dense patch of Spearmint (above).
Then, across the ditch, around 10 feet from me, was a dense patch of Stickseed, a cousin of Forget-me-nots.
Teasel always looks interesting from first buds, to flowers (above) to the dried stems and flower heads that may remain standing for several years.
Then I came across the above sign, mostly hidden among the leaves of a small tree. I'm not sure if it's an old sign or if its message is intended to be current. A bit unnerving to contemplate how close I came to being a criminal. Now I know I can approach the ditch from the other side because that side of the sign probably doesn't say anything. I mean no harm. I'm just celebrating beautiful flowers that sometimes clog ditches.