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By Pam Owen
Special to the Rappahannock News
Some of the fiercest battles I had with my mother when I was a kid were over nightly baths. Each day I carefully acquired a fine patina of dirt from catching crayfish in the local creeks, chasing rabbits in the fields, and climbing up trees to look in birds’ nests near our home in Fairfax County. My dog and I would come back reeking of nature — he more than I because he had an attraction to all things dead and wonderful.
On hot weekends, when our family fled to the Blue Ridge Mountains for relief from the heat, I was in heaven, surrounded by wild things and cool mountain creeks. I was equally enchanted by domestic animals, and any day I spent on a farm or riding a horse was a day in heaven.
Throughout my ramblings through nature, I wondered why some creeks were more likely to have frogs than others, why some wild berries were good to eat and others were poisonous, and on and on. I asked questions and read books, but the pool of questions merely widened.
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