One of the things I have always loved about Houston is how persistent our natural world is. I’m from up north, where each spring you race to coax the season from the ground hoping that life will finally return to the world. Here, you spend all your time hacking back everything you have declared unworthy, hoping to make a bit of room for that rose bush you love so much.
This blog is going to be about everything that’s crowding out and nibbling on the rose bush and I hope to help Houston learn to celebrate the profusion of life that will rush into any open space we forget to build on. Most particularly, I’m going to write about Buffalo Bayou Park. I have had a 30 year romance with this park, living just a half mile north. I loved it when it was wild and a bit frightening and I have learned to love it almost as much now because I get to share it with so many people. Buffalo Bayou Park is a wild space and in each blog post, I hope to share with you something I saw on a walk in the park. Sometimes it will be a huge and amazing thing; often, it will be something small and amazing. Life is amazing and it is running wild in Buffalo Bayou Park. I am Alisa Kline, a Texas Master Naturalist, and I hope you join me as I attempt to chronicle the wonders of our Park.