Dear little squares, I've been neglecting you. Here's another snap from the bus tour of the city we took our grandson on. And one brief glimpse without so many wires. The old and the new exist here quite smartly, I think.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Monday, August 24, 2009
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Jingle Regalia from the Powwow
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I whistled, he came!
After visiting Greensky Hill, we took a drive down some less-traveled roads and stopped to look at this gorgeous pinto. He came to to fence to see us, but soon losst interest because we had no apples or carrots with us. We had been to Rostenthal Farms for sour pie cherries and that was the only food we had with us. Lovely drive with my daughter.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Joe Pye weed
This new England Indian used this plant, or a similar one, in healing. One internet source describes the tea made from it as "nauseous." And research on Joe Pye himself turns up very little besides his debt to a New England saloon-keeper. As with other native Americans from New England, his tribe, which still had people named Pye, was pushed west several times until they reach Minnesota. This lovely soft pink reliably adorns the roadsides here at this time of year, giving Joe Pye a sort of immortality, or remembrance.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
About Ready?
I love this! It is like a little story about a marriage. Taken today at Big Rock Point, formerly the spring gathering place for the local Odawa/Ottawa tribe. There were a lot of geese, but they didn't stay long when two people began scrambling toward them over the scrub.