Last Phenology Post

   It has been a pleasure to note the changes of my phenology site. Just to witness the changing of the seasons and its effects was worthwhile enough but to have an understanding of the changes themselves has really made the environment something tangible for me. I cannot say that I will change like the running creek or turn over like my four-trunk behemoth but I can say that I am more conscious of my surroundings. I pick up pop cans now. And I throw them away. My site was a spot in which I could escape away from the toils of school and the redundancy of my classmates and just think for a minute. I could doodle away pages as the grass beneath me shone brilliant emerald to dull yellow to the fresh green of rebirth. I sat through a storm of cotton as the seedlings of all the dandelions blew on past me in the wind. Bits of snow clung to my boots as I shook my pen to get the ink to move. I have a lot to think about what with graduation upon me and nothing else in miles so it is comforting to know that at any time I can carve out my own little piece of the environment and just watch it for awhile.