Yesterday I had the good fortune to help lead a volunteer workday at a nearby nature preserve. Almond Marsh is blessed with a large natural marsh and a nice quality upland savanna. It is also blessed with a wet area accidentally created when a road was constructed. A low area filled with water, creating snags that attracted herons who nest there every year now. When I arrived I saw a large bird fly right over the parking lot….a Bald Eagle! That was an auspicious start to the day.
In a short while my charges for the day arrived~3 Brownies and their mothers. My job was to take them out into the woods and teach them a little about what they were seeing and then have them pull garlic mustard. I’ve done this before, but this was the first time I felt like an elder passing along knowledge. It was really moving to see these little girls bend over, studying the Toothwort and Trillium I was showing them, and then learn to pull the garlic mustard. Once they learned how to get the whole root they were all over it, triumphantly holding each one up for me to admire. They were too young to be given detailed natural history lessons, of course. I hope they loved the day as much as I did, and that they left with questions forming in their minds and wonder in their hearts. I hope they come back. They and their mothers were a delight.
The painting I wanted to share with you today is a celebration of the many citizen scientists it has been my pleasure to know over the years. As I understand it, sometime in the early 80’s folks around here started to adopt parcels of land. In some cases these were already forest preserves, but had not been managed. In others they were parcels of land that people just wanted to save. Organizations were formed, funds were raised, and land was purchased. People began to study their field guides and historical records to discover what plants and creatures should be present. Techniques were developed to restore the ecological health of prairie, wetland savanna and woodland. Really, it has been a human blossoming as well as a natural one. Every now and then I step back and marvel at these people from different walks of life teaching themselves botany, entomology, birdology 🙂 you name it, and then dedicating thousand of hours every year to help restore natural processes in the land. When I sit in stewardship meetings, I notice that all of us are growing old. Will this have been a fluke, a passing thing that will die with us? I hope not. I hope it continues, and I hope it spreads to every region. Spending a day with 3 sweet little Brownies and their wonderful moms gave me hope for the future.
To read more about this movement and hopefully be inspired to start it in your area, I recommend the book, “Miracle Under the Oaks”, by William Stevens.
May eagles soar above you, and flowers bloom at your feet.