On Sunday afternoon, after the Wounded Warrior tractor parade (a sea of green John Deere tractors, plus other big farm equipment and lots of motorcycles and American flags), three of us took our first walk of the spring through Kennett's wonderful Anson B. Nixon Park. I've never seen so many trout lilies in bloom; there's an especially large patch of them near the north side of the lake. Look for their mottled green leaves (hence the name) low to the ground and the nodding light-yellow flower. We also saw a snapping turtle swimming across the middle of the lake--to be more precise, what we saw was just its head and its wake, like a grainy B&W photo of the Loch Ness Monster.
Speaking of being in touch with nature, I ran into an old friend at a party on Saturday who teaches a mass communication course to high-school boys. To impress upon them how much influence the media has, he creates an alphabet of letters taken from the logos of well-known consumer products (Apple, Doritos, McDonald's), and they're able to identify each product readily.
Then he shows them photos of a dozen trees they see every day around the school's campus. Rarely is a student able to identify a single one.
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