Kathy Cox

Unido: 15.abr.2016 Última actividad: 25.feb.2024 iNaturalist

Texas Master Naturalist – graduate of class of 2016!

I always thought that I was a gardener—that is, until I discovered the Texas Master Naturalists. Now, I know that am a naturalist and a gardener.

From my earliest memories of walking up North Beach Street with my older brothers on excursions of discovery I learned the names of thistles, cattails, and prickly pears. Following my brothers along Fossil Creek and Little Fossil Creek riparian landscapes they taught me about water moccasins, horn toads, and the many birds and insects of Tarrant County. I fell in love with the summer smells, the gigantic blue skies, and the vastness of the Texas horizons.

I can stay for hours in a park or wilderness, for me, being in nature is home. I exist on a borderless earth, a planet ripe for discovery and exploration—if only a few steps into my backyard.

I have a strong sense of conservation to protect the earth with a particular fondness for trees. I have a strong passion for learning, naming, and sharing. You will find me in Bastrop and Buescher State Parks learning to identify invasive species, healing the wounds from fire, and leading interpretive hikes for others to learn and share in the rebirth of the Lost Pines.

“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”
—John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals of John Muir

“But especially [she] loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a [woman] may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called—called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for [her] to come.”
—Jack London, The Call of the Wild

“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. … There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
—Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

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