Forager Teacher Ecologist
Mementos of last summer.
1st March 2018
Horn of Plenty
The years flotsam and jetsam clutter my desk and window sill. Memories washed up high on the tide line...... not to be so easily lost.
A lizards discarded or sloughed skin. So perfect. One of the front legs is still attached intact. A translucent, beautifully patterned short sleeved wetsuit. Images of a new dapper, bright skinned young male going off courting. Dropped gently from hand to hand, it is feather light and barely noticeable.
Kneeling in the garden a small ribbed stone catches my eye. One of the best fossils I have found in Shropshire is sitting, rain-washed and gleaming in front of me. It is the back two thirds of a trilobite, my favourite!
Half a whetstone. A cigar shape. Not your modern composite carborundum but hand worked sandstone. Warm, honey coloured, fine grained. Tiny flat flakes of mica glisten and flecks of another dark mineral stand out. Was it used as half a stone or thrown away in disgust when it broke? It had certainly done some work as the wear on one side would testify. How many years has it lain there, covered then uncovered?
Jam jars full of dried out plants. Brought home for identification and now bound for the compost heap.
Sedges have edges and rushes are round
Grasses are hollow right down to the ground!
That’s the sort of botany I like, courtesy of girls from Preston Montford Field Study Centre.