The Creek Journal: Early Summer

Early Summer

It’s easy to become depressed.

It’s also easy to become happy.

If we swim in water we become wet, and if we immerse ourselves in the right environment, we sometimes can become happy. This is old news for those who favor an “environmentalist” sociology and the same old foolishness for those who favor a “bootstrap” psychology. All I know is that when I am around friends, when I eat clean food from the garden, when I am lost in creative activity, or when I am silently looking deep into stream waters I forget how to be depressed. Afterwards I realize that I am happy.

Though there’s no guarantee that a morning spent immersed in natural surroundings will cure whatever anxieties or depressions are killing us, I cannot recall a time when looking closely into the compound eyes of an insect or watching small fish hunt the shallow riffles did not result in a healthier and more grounded attitude afterwards. Crawling on all fours in a grassy field or sitting still in dappled shade and watching for birds is a fairly reliable and inexpensive happy-pill with few adverse side effects. And working a hoe or watering a plant at any time of day, alone or with a friend, is an activity for which we seem hardwired.

Sadness and depression, like unhealthy weight gain, happen over time, and if one thinks about the long series of mistakes, wrong turns, or injustices that have built this unholy feeling, he or she might become even sadder with the loss of any quick fixes. But as the Chinese proverb says, “The best time to plant a tree is twenty years ago. The second best time is today.” And that’s done in small, well-placed efforts. Like making the next meal a plate of fresh colors or the next expenditure of calories a walk up a hillside with a friend.

We cannot all of us grow a garden big enough to feed us every meal, but we can begin by at least sneaking in a handful of bean seeds beside the house or sharing a space of soil with others and sowing carefully enough seed to produce a fair basket of vegetables and fruits. A seed is not a guarantee when seen from the perspective of planting-day, but from the perspective of harvest-day, that seed is seen as an absolute necessity by an order of magnitude infinitely more sure than any other sort of promise.

I envision sharing the Creek and its ancient loamy dirt up on the second cut. Even if someone else cannot live in a small cabin beneath the boulders of Whitman’s Rough, and even if someone else cannot work the garden or tend the vines in an intentional community every day, two or three others might be able to drive out here for a day of shared labor and shared meals at a board set in the shade of a tree planted before any of them were conceived.

Until then, we settle for only the occasional explorations with only a few friends. That's what we are sharing here below and elsewhere on this site.

Below is a short clip of what I'm guessing is the caterpillar of a five spotted hawk moth (Manduca quinquemaculata) . This isn't a positive identification, but it comes close. If it's not the same, it's close kin to the tomato hornworm that invades gardens and can strip a tomato plant of its leaves in quick order. One reason I remain somewhat skeptical of my identification here is that I recall that our specimen was feeding on the leaves of Gaura parviflora, and this is not in the Solanaceae family. And it's my understanding that the hawk moth's larvae feed on plants within Solanaceae (tomatoes, tobacco, peppers, eggplant, potatoes, etc.). See the video clip of the sphinx moth under blog entry "Early Spring" for a moth that closely resembles this caterpillar's eventual adult stage. Maybe.

Virginia Tiger Moth (Spilosoma virginica)?

The red phase of this Central Texas Leaf katydid often appears in periods of a population breakout such as what we are witnessing this summer. Some of the katydids we are seeing are truly red. Marvelous.

The hens must be getting used to their new surroundings quite well
because egg production has not slowed down since their move to the creek.

And from Harlin:

Invisible Scenery
I’m pretty sure that if the sepals shown in the close-up photographs were many inches across, they would be widely collected as strange objects and used to decorate all sorts of household items throughout the land. As it is, they are just barely visible even while squinting. The Shinner’s key says they are distinctive: “fruiting tepals varying from spiny-toothed to subentire” is one of the indications this is Rumex pulcher.

For me the invisible didn’t stop there. There are the three larger tepals with the reticulate surface and the yellowish ornaments, and there are three small linear ones as well. I had the whole assembly magnified and it took several tries to see all six. I guess it was all those spiny edges which camouflaged the three smaller ones. When the larger tepals are pulled apart the three sided seed falls out (one per flower).

Fiddle Dock (Rumex pulcher)

. . . My will to identify is ebbing. How can there be so many damselfly niches in couple of hundred square feet of rock and water? The color blue isH not a sure fire characteristic; I think all of the following are sometimes brown depending on sex or some other accident. Not only does blue not distinguish among the damselflies, but blue butts don’t either. Many damselflies have the last few segment mostly blue.