Awakening a Keen Observer

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

wooly worms

I have lots of time for observations as I travel 'out' here. I get to see the real change in seasons, wildflower colors, and birds and insects and spiders...tarantula here and there..

This is the Woolyworm season. Why did the Wooly Worm cross the road? To warn us about the upcoming winter?

When we lived in Kentucky the wooly worms were very beautifully black. And all the farmers said.. bad winter ahead. And it was! The next year the wooly worms were lighter brown... mild winter they said.. and it was!

Perhaps it is just a yearly changing of wooly worm colors, or perhaps they 'know' something. I don't know.. but what I do know is that they are lighter this year than last and last year was a mild winter. We will see.

You can learn to 'tell' things by the trees and the leaves and the way the leaves turn. Rain coming at certain times makes a difference in the brilliance of the Fall colors. The number of acorns 'means' something too. All of these are learned from observations and remembering and records.

I have a record of the Native Americans being in Northern Arizona. A rock drawing. Now before you panic or turn me in it was made by the 5th graders at the local elementary school to raise money for a new gymnasium. But it is the same thing that was left by elders time before. A marking of their being there. A record.

At Lawton for a few weeks there will be a sound booth at the NPR station to record stories of folks...this way the memories and the records will be kept. They will play excerpts on the radio. It is a wonderful way to mark the records of memories about when i was young... They ask that individuals come in with a family member or friend who can ask questions and prime the people to talk about what they remember. I hope a lot of people will do this... we need those memories. Lets check back in the Spring and see what the winter was like and think about our trust in the woolyworm signs...

So be alert
and make a record of your memories.
God abides
Bobbie Giltz McGarey


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