This month, I am posting sketches, rather than a poem. This was from a era in my life when I first pushed myself to become an amateur naturalist. (Before, I'd just sort of roamed, mostly in New Mexico where I was raised, without really knowing what I was looking at.) This, along with star-gazing, is one hobby I've definitely kept alive.
This was also when I was most prolific in writing my own poetry, which dwindled after that, then practically dried up (except for writing a few songs to existing hymn meters and the poem I wrote last October... see the sidebar).
I observed many of these where I was attending college, in south central Kansas. (NOT in a botany, biology or other science field, though. Just my new hobby then.) Others were sketched out of books, due to personal interest. A few years later, when I was stationed in coastal Georgia with the Army, I saw others of these up close and personal! Some years later, when I returned to the West, I saw yet a few more up close and personal.
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Hi! Back from a pleasant wander with my granddaughter among the local hill - the Pentlands - but rather aware that I can pick out only a few trees and plants, when I should know them. Even to pass on to her!
Grace be with you,
DCB
Thanks for visiting again. We're up over 100 + Fahrenheit here now, and it takes a while for the evenings to cool. But I hope find ways to enjoy what can be enjoyed... and dream of places I've been and will go, too! And dream of how much better heaven will be.
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