Uncle Skunk was my mother's favorite flower despite its strong scent. Its habit of appearing in swamplands associates it closely with frogs and tadpoles, both of which held places close to her heart. Each year, I begin watching for Uncle Skunk's emergence in early to mid-March, but almost without exception, some specimens can be found within a few days of equinox. It is then that memories of my mom run most strongly, as if in some way her spirit now resides contentedly with Uncle Skunk, watching new generations of frogs following on the heels of the old.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Uncle Skunk
Uncle Skunk was my mother's favorite flower despite its strong scent. Its habit of appearing in swamplands associates it closely with frogs and tadpoles, both of which held places close to her heart. Each year, I begin watching for Uncle Skunk's emergence in early to mid-March, but almost without exception, some specimens can be found within a few days of equinox. It is then that memories of my mom run most strongly, as if in some way her spirit now resides contentedly with Uncle Skunk, watching new generations of frogs following on the heels of the old.
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