The Turner’s were sort of relatives of “my family” so I stayed with them, working on the property for accommodation. Lemme tell you I dead-headed hundreds of agapanthers. 288 more words
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I recently traded blue for brown. And what a difference it has made.
For the past eight-ish years, I’ve volunteered at Kilauea Point National Wildlife Refuge, wearing a blue t-shirt with just about any old pair of shorts or skorts or capris–in khaki, oatmeal, gunmetal, or green. 502 more words
There probably aren’t too many kids my age that truly have their heart set on what they want to be when they are older. For me, I have wanted to be a Park Ranger in the High Country for many years, and now I am one step closer to the future goal in helping conserve the land I call home. 698 more words