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.
This afternoon I was walking around Dellinger's Pond looking down toward the ground. This is a habit of mine as I often look for tiny flowers and exotic-looking bugs. Today, it was also because overhead the sky was full of smoke from fires over a hundred miles away in the Coastal Range. Although I was searching for bright colors, and did find some before I was finished, the first impressions were made by these plants gone to seed. The spread of dried seed pods of a Wild Sweet Pea reminded me of a new hairdo, the kind a young girl or women likes to show off because it represents radical change.
Nearby, I saw a Thistle which gave me a similar feeling, although it was a very different style of hairdo.