What Has It Done for Me Lately?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n As you may or may not already know, the beacon of my phenology spot is a very large red oak tree. It rests next to a laughably small ravine carved by a leaky old pipe. Nothing is new since the first visit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Other than the obvious leaves falling and tide rising, I have not seen a tree plummet or a fence built. I cannot imagine that it’s a place for care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To the right would be a sketch of my spot that I spent 15 minutes on, but this terrible blog making site won’t let me put any images in for lord knows why. So just pretend there’s a picture, or don’t, I don’t care.<\/p>\n<\/div> I really have nothing more to say about Red Rocks. I never loved it, and I will never think about it again. Culture doesn’t intertwine with nature here at all, actually, which is why it’s so awful.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Some may call it Red Rocks, some may call it Southwest Burlington, some may even call it Red Rocks Park. I am one of those people. My site was never something I connected with, presumably so since I am not a sentimental person. In all honest, I did this post and the one before it … <\/p>\n<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n
Funny How Time Flies<\/h2>\n\n\n\n