Thursday – field observation day. Soft rain is falling, somewhere between a drizzle and a sprinkle, dampening the earth but not our spirits as we head out in search of soil profiles. We dodge puddles and shake raindrops off saplings onto each other and laugh as we explore. Then we see it – a hill with its side cut away at a construction site. We can see the thinnish topsoil, the orange subsoil and and the whitish gray parent material below. We slip and slide and somehow measure the depths of each horizon, then we return wet and muddy, but still laughing. Later, Lindsay tells me that her sixth graders keep wistfully reporting, “There they go again!”
The slow rain continues into the afternoon but I take my small photography class out anyway; the dripping leaves and the sodden grass, already stooped and browned by the frosty mornings but now groaning under the added weight of today’s rainfall, are simply too compelling a subject for our lenses. My students are eager, more focused than usual on their task, and return with amazing images. I am proud of their accomplishments – and a blessed man.