When The Earth Recycles...

When the air cools every so slightly. When it is Friday and littles wiggle after a math lesson, we take a nature walk. Our driveway is long from house to road, long enough, I say, to start spotting season changes. I hope it’s true. 

If we look. If we are aware enough and keen enough to see, there is plenty of life and change happening right at the edge of the driveway.



A bumble bee collects pollen deep in the pumpkin bloom, ants carry away a dead bee to their home. The bees start dying now. Their honey work is done and all that is left to do is to become an ant feast. We watch a dung beetle eat the last of a cow pie that is now a pile of dirt. A giant garbage truck rumbles by to collect our trash, while this humble beetle silently and perfectly composts. No waste, just beautiful, fertile soil ready to begin the cycle all over again. And just after we observe the beetle, we watch ants feast on an old cicada. Once again, a silent composting taking place right in the middle of the driveway.

Termites eat away at an old piece of wood left from a long forgotten project - composting. We’ve watched three times in three hundred feet, the earth dealing with its trash. No waste, no litter, no harmful chemicals, just a giant cycle.

Right before we turn around, we spot another piece of wood that might have some insects hiding beneath it. But to the littles great delight, a lively blue tailed skink hides there. William wants to hold it so after catching the breathless thing, we return him to his humble abode. 

And as we look at purple beauty berries a green lizard holds perfectly still hoping us giants won’t spot him or eat him or move him.


There are calls from the house. A seventh grader needs help with math. She is delighted as she discovers the magic with a compass and a ruler that perfectly create a perpendicular bisector and an angle bisector. And she looks at her world and sees it always offering her a chance to create. She makes pine straw baskets, turned hair decor, and shares with sister.

William records his nature finds. The others finish there studies by lunch. It’s cool enough to eat on the porch and read our way through bean salad. 

And they are off like a shot for the weekend.








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