I can’t claim credit for this poem; I heard it from an entertaining nature educator – an “edutainer.” It’s an effective tool for engaging school-age children in studying tracks. It begins with an “s” and it ends with a “t”. It comes out of you and it comes out of me. I know what you’re [...]

Over the years I’ve been visited by Janet Collins Fowler, when she thinks I’m worthy.

I’ve added several of Janet’s adventures to this site, including Janet’s Discovery. I’m hopeful that if I collect enough of these adventures I may have enough material for a compelling piece of fiction. Janet demands the best and will not settle for less.

So here is the latest from Janet:

The exercise is to list 25 synonyms for a color and then write a paragraph using the synonyms.
I chose the color red and wrote:

Crimson streaks lined the clouds as the sun set over the park.  Wintergreen berries peeked out from the the forest floor as I gathered wood for my campfire.  I sorted the tinder, kindling and fuel and built the frame.  A cardinal dashed

This poem was written in 1995 when I was still a Liz Christy gardener.

Janet, my protagonist, introduced herself several years ago.

Named for her mother’s Aunt, Janet has inherited more than her name. She has also inherited her Aunt Janet’s deep respect for nature.

Janet discovers more than a mirror when she chooses it for a school assignment.

A discovery for Janet Fowler Collins, namesake of Janet Fowler.

Janet is witness to the annoying but ludicrous.

This is what Janet and Tracy each have to say about their first meeting.

This was first published in PAWS & TALES Magazine.