Nature

Tornados are really weird

Funnel CLoud 2
Funnel CLoud 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

If you think about it, you’ll realize that tornados are really weird. I guess hurricanes are too, but for some reason they make more sense to me. Maybe because they start out over the ocean and involve a lot of water.

Anyway.

Consider an earthquake. Two underground plates literally grind together, causing the earth to shake. It’s a tangible action. We can’t see it, but if we paid attention in science class, we know that there’s a ton of pressure on these plates because, darn it, they are REALLY heavy, and it all makes sense that eventually something will have to give. Continue reading “Tornados are really weird”

Biking, Illinois, Nature

Instagram stories: Life on the prairie

I like Instagram, but I’ve found that I don’t particularly enjoy following people I actually know. I’m friends with most of them on Facebook, and many of them automatically share their Instagram photos to Facebook (including myself). It gets old, after a while, seeing all the same photos twice. I have considered unfollowing all the people I know on Instagram and following only complete strangers.

Central Illinois prairie.
My latest Instagram posts are photos from a long bike ride out on the Central Illinois prairie. The corn is just now cropping up, but before I know it, I’ll be riding my bike through green canyons of corn.

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Essays, Flowers, Illinois, Memoir, Nature

I’m suffering a little spring nostalgia

I’m feeling a little sad today. The redbud trees are slowly beginning to exchange their flowers for leaves. It may have been cool this week, but summer will soon overpower my favorite season, and we’ll be wilting in the sultry steam of a central Illinois summer.

This time of year always reminds me of my Grandma Webster who passed away just over nine years ago now. I was pregnant with my younger son when Grandma left us, so I will always be able to recall just how long she has been gone.

When I was a kid, I used to sneak down the hill by Grandma’s house with a pair of scissors and cut a few twigs of blooming rosebuds to surprise her with. Every time, she showed her appreciation for the gesture as if it was the first time. She had a way of making every single one of her grandchildren – so many of us now, I’ve lost count – believe ourselves to be her favorite. To this day, I am still fairly confident that I was Grandma’s favorite. But then again, so is everyone else!

redbud tree
The redbud trees are in bloom all over central Illinois right now, but they won’t last long.

Another treasured spring memory is a composite of all of the times I went mushroom hunting with my grandma in the woods by her house. Morels are plentiful in the woods of my homeland this time of year. When I was a kid, it seemed as though everyone I knew made a mass exodus into the local woodlands to search for this delectable treat. For a few short weeks, we’d have fried mushrooms for breakfast, and then again as a side dish at lunch and dinner. Unfortunately, I’ve never been any good at finding them myself. Continue reading “I’m suffering a little spring nostalgia”

Nature, Uncategorized, Writing Prompts

Tonight’s supermoon and thoughts on perspective

Tonight – August 10th – is seemingly the largest full moon of 2014. Be sure to check it out!

supermoon 2014
In the meantime, here’s some food for thought on perspective.

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