Another fun cliche that you don’t realize how true it is until you become older. This probably won’t be too long a post, not for a lack of deserving it, just not much really needs to be said about it. 271 more words
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Well, it seems that I’ll be doing two butterfly diaries this year after all.
The Eastern Black Swallowtail (Papilio polyxenes), which I shall henceforth refer to as the EBS, favours as its larval host plants various members of the Apiaceae/Umbelliferae family. 472 more words
Sandy Cohen, B.A., R.N. and Roger Cormier, M.A., M.Th.
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On a Sunday morning, people were walking or running around a beautiful, sunlit reservoir in the San Francisco Bay Area. 501 more words
A couple of weeks ago I was eating lunch with my parents when an older gentleman approached our table. He looked at my parents and said something to the effect of “I noticed your son walking when he got up a couple of times.” Since this was sort of random and vague, my dad replied to him with some sarcastic comment about how slowly I walk in attempt to encourage further explanation and also to just be a smart aleck. 342 more words