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.
When I set out to photograph wildflowers and bugs, it seems like I only look up when I encounter a flower taller than me. I've yet to encounter an insect that tall, but you never know.... After photographing a couple of healthy-looking Sunflowers and a clear blue sky in town, I decided to check for roadside attractions around American Valley. The original plan was to check out Brady's Camp where I hear spring is exploding with wildflowers. My gas budget wouldn't allow it, so I cruised Quincy Junction Road, Mill Creek Road, and Chandler Road.
I came across a very healthy crop of Goldenrod on S. Mill Creek, and I started to get that Fall feeling. In late Summer and early Fall, it seems that most everything blooming is yellow.
Most of the Goldenrods had visiting Longhorn Beetles.
In the same area, another yellow flower that people love to hate is the Star Thistle. They were doing fine.
Then there were Poppies. So far, everything I saw blooming was yellow.
To top it off, on Quincy Junction Road was a great crop of St. John's Wort and the bees were busy there. I actually did end up finding some other colors blooming, but I'll save that for another post. It was Tuesday morning, and it was still very hot.