|On the River Trail at the geologic fold|
This remembrance of lost time is indeed moments. Plural. Months of moments engaged with a group of people: Bill, Cindy, Joe, Joel, Judy, Laura, Libby, Linda, Liz, Lucy, Mac, Mary, Rich, Shelley, Sue and Tammy. All enrolled in our first TN Naturalist program at Ijams. Sixteen classes that ran from April to December. These are good people who took joy out of how nature stitches itself together.
Ijams education staff: Jen, Peg, Dr. Louise, Sabrina and I all taught portions of the wide curriculum.
Whenever possible, we went outside. And Ijams is now 300-acres, so why not?
Mine began in early May with a visit to a red-shouldered hawk's nest and a fly over by a bald eagle—I kid you not, I have 15 witnesses—while I just happened to be talking about raptors; and wrapped up with two cold geology walks, click: Naturalists in December.
We'll end this with Whitman...
"Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons
Is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth"