I have to say this is the most boring sit spot that I have do so far. Everything looks the same as last time with the exception of the leaves on the ground are not nearly as plentiful as they were. Those decomposers are either working faster than I thought possible or a human being took the leaves out (which would not surprise me if the gardeners or lawn workers did rake or blow the leaves away).
The grass patch I have been watching seems to have been cut again but the waster level seems to be at about the same level as before, high but not enough to be draining on the far end. The willow tree still looks sickly but is now barren of leaves, so it seems even more sickly now than it did before. The algae patch has almost completely disappeared and the parts of it that are left are fairly dark and are not their usual vibrant green. The sycamore tree I have adopted to be part of my three species because the other ones I chose are boring, is also completely barren with only a few of its little seed spikes left. Unlike last time however, the sycamore leaves do not cover everyone and its mother but seem to live mostly at the bottom of the pond now.
Watching the sky for ten minutes was definitely the highlight of this sit spot though. That was very heavy sarcasm. There was not a cloud, bird, or plane in sight. I would have really appreciated clouds to tell you all about the things they looked like. But alas, I have never seen a bluer sky, just like my mood. As I write this I am sitting at my childhood home, thinking about how sad I was to leave while I was doing my sit spot (it was the last thing I did on campus:’().
I have to say over the last few months it was quite satisfying to see the changes in the environment around me happening at me sit spot. I remember the first sit spot I did, I sat on my Hollins blanket and got myself, my crocs, and everything I brought with me coated in ants. They were EVERWHERE. But then as I was sitting at my sit spot today, I could not seem to find a single one. All I could find were little flying bugs (similar to gnats) around the waters edge.
I think what surprised me the most about my sit spot was how hard it was to find and animals. I had a hard time evening finding a squire (which is basically unheard of on campus). It is simultaneously sad and relieving to know this is my last sit spot journal. Overall though, while I do not feel a personal connection to my sit spot, I could definitely see myself coming back for privacy and relaxation.