It all started when I was thirteen years old. I was a perfectly happy kid, mindlessly plowing my way through this life, when it arrived in the mail. Suddenly, my own little world seemed too little, and didn’t fit me the way it did just moments before. In a flash, everything and everyone had changed. Yep, I held a National Geographic magazine in my hands…and the whole world was my kin.
Not just people…rivers, mountains, deserts, oceans, jungles…elephants, ocelots, kangaroos, kinkajous…redwoods, oaks, cedars, gums, baobabs…eagles, albatrosses, penguins, ibises, kiwis…and it goes on forever. The weirder it got…ayes ayes, platypuses, gharials, tardigrades…the more I liked it. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had just fallen madly in love with Mother Earth.
Forty-three years later, I’m still smitten. (And, honestly, I can’t believe the rest of the world isn’t swooning as well.) This planet, this bounty of beauty, this feast of the fantastic, this smorgasbord for the senses that has been simmering away for a few billion years to arrive at this amazing crescendo of coexisting communities. We didn’t even have to cook it!
I’m hungry…let’s go feast on the back forty!
Fifty years ago, while growing up in a small town full of open fields and small ponds, I loved the outside…trees and tall grasses and birds and critters and all. I just didn’t know how much outside there was until that first National Geographic hit the mailbox. And while I’ve traveled a bit and seen a lot of things, I take some kind of strange comfort in knowing that the world is bigger than a person can see in a lifetime. Planes, trains, pack mules, whatever…no one ever gets to see it all.
Few people have seen my back forty, and I consider it a privilege to share it with you. Who knows…maybe this little ditty will find its way to some other 13 year-old and spark another lifelong love affair with Mother Earth. One more soul smitten…
Peace & love,
PS—A lagniappe for you…
Caught this American Anole showing off a bit, in hopes of landing a mate. Anoles are common in and beneficial to Texas gardens…I consider them my personal friends.
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