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 email@example.com 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.
My wife and I took a walk into the woods above our house yesterday. It was he last walk with the dogs before going out of town for a few days. I came along in order to learn the nuances of successfully walking the dogs without her. Will they mind me, or will I lose them? I'm not a "dog person." But our dogs are pretty darn nice as dogs go. I didn't bring my camera so I could pay better attention to my instructor. But, I did bring my phone in case one of our kids texted their need for a ride somewhere. I was excited to find the False Solomon's Seal I photographed in flower a couple of months ago had produced a bunch of berries and the birds had not got to them yet. Then I found another a few yards away. I find these colors exciting. And these photos are better than I usualy get with the phone. I'm still kind of an iPhone klutz.
On the way around the big green water tank, I spotted a Blue Elderberry bush laden with fruit.
If I weren't so busy, I'd have picked these and tried to make a jar of jam. I hope somebody else discovered these and does the same. Or maybe make some wine. Don't forget to cook them and not risk kidney damage. And, if you're at a little bit higher altitude and run across the Red Elder, don't eat them at all. They're pretty toxic.
Another reason for not bringing along the camera is that I was quite aware that I've accumulated several posts with pictures over the last week or two without keeping up on generating text. All these stories are rattling around in my head and getting mixed up with my lessons plans for three courses for the coming week. But the stories are still in there somewhere. Maybe I can backtrack and squeeze them out before they disappear into my subconscious, or I start revising them and drifting into fiction.