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 email@example.com 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.
For context, scroll back through my several recent blogs dealing with the impressive Shaggy Mane fungus. As promised, I checked the patch on Jackson Street this morning, and they has both grown and disintegrated! The stems are around 3: taller than they were yesterday, yet the caps are further along in their self-digestion. I suspect there will be no sign of caps remaining tomorrow.
I should add that neither "death throes" nor "hibernation" are technically correct descriptions of this scene. If I could use time-lapse photography and show what happened to these caps over 24 hours in a one-minute clip, it might look like "throes," but it wouldn't be death because the fungus will continue to live below ground. Then we can think of each "mushroom" like a wart - a wart the comes and goes, but happens to carry all the DNA of the whole organism. Maybe I'm stretching my poetic license a bit too far. It's also not really hibernation, even though the fungus is getting ready for winter.