By day I’m a mild-mannered teacher. By night…still a teacher. Once Friday rolls around, though, I go a little crazy–digging in my garden, observing whatever wanders through the fields and woods. I might even go birding. Not that those things don’t happen during the week, but they’re usually squeezed into an hour here or there, birding through the car window as I race around, pulling weeds at twilight after a child’s sporting event. For now I’m mostly a weekend naturalist.