a saturday morning
We planned to have our shared experience with the freshmen on Saturday morning. Unfortunately, they didn’t show up. Instead of going on the geological ramble, Sara, Emma, and I lay on the lawn outside of English House, looked up at the trees, and talked about eating cookies and pizza and Thanksgiving dinner. It was nice. Saturday was a beautiful day. The ground was cold and a little damp, but it didn’t matter because the sun was shining so brightly. Sara noticed the bulbs on the Tulip tree branches; they look like pearls. A hawk flew through the sky. There were three men raking/leaf blowing the leaves off the grass.
Around 11:15, Emily and Sarah’s group walked by, and we decided to join them for the Morris Woods part of their ramble. We started with identifying the privet, viburnum, and spice bush. I’m really glad that we learned to identify these plants by their smell. I don’t use my nose enough. Then we found a vine to swing on. After we swung on it for a little bit, it broke and came crashing down to the ground. Everyone laughed. On the way up to the cemetery, we found a chunk of a tree that had been stabbed into the ground. It was beautiful. Parts of it were rotted, and parts of it looked like it had been freshly split. At the top it looked like it had been burnt. We decided that it was hit by lightning, and later (maybe during Sandy?) it fell from the tree and pierced the earth. I tried to push it out of the ground, but it wouldn’t budge. Next, we hung out around the cemetery. I’ve always been a little disturbed by cemeteries, so I didn’t last long. I wandered over to a pile of mud and saw some deer tracks. The freshmen, noting the fences all around the woods, asked how the deer got in. I don’t know. It’s a good question. Then we looped around the other side of the cemetery and walked out of the woods. It was a nice way to spend a Saturday morning.
I’m sorry that we didn’t get to go on the geological part of this ramble. As we were saying goodbye, I remembered a book from way back in the depths of my childhood. It’s called Everybody Needs a Rock by Byrd Baylor and Peter Parnall. It’s a great book with tremendous illustrations. Over Thanksgiving, I will go rock hunting with my little cousins and siblings in honor of the geological ramble/because it is awesome.