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.
The deciduous leaves had mostly fallen, the air was cold, and I had started stacking my firewood when I uncovered a Camel Cricket. There must have been some heat generated by decomposing leaves because this cricket was very alert and jumped over three feet. However, like certain cats and snakes, once caught and held it calms down and seems to trust its captor.
My son and I played with this one a little before returning it to the wood pile. My mind wandered to all the critters hibernating, or just remaining dormant inside crevices, beneath the surface leaves, or even inches to feet below the surface. I thought of the Oak Treehoppers that were clinging to branches only a few days earlier, but whose eggs and larvae will spend the winter inside the root systems of the oaks, only to emerge again toward the end of next summer. I took these photos a month ago, but I was reminded of them - as they lay dormant in m computer - when I photographed various fungi and lichens this past Thursday. Most of the fungi take advantage of other species' death by springing to life and helping with decomposition. The lichens, living mostly off air and water, live on lifeless substrates like rocks and on tree bark among other places. The ones that live on relatively permanent substrates, like granite, or the bark of oaks, may live for centuries. The ones that live on softer bark, like that of pines and firs, and on softer rocks, might live only a year or two or a few decades. They tolerate extreme cold and live through winters buried under snow and ice.
I hope this camel cricket has the tenacity to live through the winter in my wood pile. I'd like to see it again next spring.