This Week in Nature
In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins—not by strength, but by perseverance.~H. Jackson Brown
This week and last have been a little odd. It’s almost October and we have strawberries growing again, flowers sprouting in our front yard out of nowhere, and I accidentally got dog poop on my hand and sat in bird poop within an hour of each other (yah, it was a crappy day…haha). I’m also starting to feel at one with Mother Nature b/c of all the random things I’ve come across recently.
Exhibit A: Trying to get to the parking lot at work but having to wait 4 minutes for these geese to cross the street. I was already late and tried beeping the horn but they took their sweet time.
Exhibit B: The creepy, huge praying mantis I almost put my hand on as I was trying to open the glass door to the parking garage. Ginormous.
Exhibit C: Huge ass mushrooms. Like big enough that if Smurfs were real they could make houses of. Don’t you agree?
Exhibit D: Going to throw something away and having this giant bug staring at me. Not sure what it was but it had no problem smiling for the camera.
Exhibit E: These dead flies that are stuck to the green onions in my garden. So weird and I don’t know what the deal is. On the left there, there were 2 flies stuck together, dead. Maybe the fly version or Romeo and Juliet? I don’t know. But then the tops of a few other onions have dead flies on them, too. Gross.
Exhibit F: Opossum in my back yard. These things are not cute. They look like overgrown rats with their beady eyes and long tails. I’m glad it posed for the camera.
I can’t wait to see all the nature I’m going to experience next week in Hawaii. I was there when I was 7 and I remember the cockroaches were huge and the mosquitoes were even bigger. I also remember hitting a big fish with my foot as I was swimming and swimming in the ocean while it was pouring and seeing a rainbow after. Funny how that’s the stuff I remember as a kid. I’ll be taking lots of pictures when we’re there so you’ll hear all about my trip and see all the glorious nature when I get back. But I’m sure none of my pics will rival this one of me with my brothers in Hawaii below. It’s my favorite picture ever!
Before we head to Hawaii we’re going to my cousin’s wedding. She and her high school sweetheart are getting married. I’m happy for them of course, but it got me wondering about the whole marrying the first and only person you’ve ever loved thing. I mean in theory it’s beautiful and sweet and romantic. But at the same time back when I was in high school, I thought I was “in love” but what do you really know about love at that age? Can you really grow as a person if you’re always growing with the same person through such critical years in your life when you’re supposed to be adventurous and exploring the world and exploring life? Do you become dependent on that person to define you? What do you really know about love until you have new experiences, have your heart broken, break someone else’s heart, kiss different lips, or feel different arms around you? I mean, isn’t part of the fun to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince? Maybe for some people marrying their high school sweetheart works. Deep down I’m a hopeless romantic so I like to believe it does. But it also makes me wonder if you’d ever go through life wondering what else was out there?
What do you think about marrying your high school sweetheart?
Have you had any strange nature encounters lately?