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The Dreaded Darwin Road

First miles leaving home,
last miles coming back,
once gravel, now paved,
ices quicker,
drifts deeper, clears slower,
than any other road,
runs seven miles through beauty.

Spring greening,
teal and mallards waddling,
turkeys strutting,
red-winged blackbirds singing from reeds,
plowed fields and ponds alive with promise.

Summer growing,
an eagle soars and
a red-tailed hawk perched on a road sign
watches the hearse go by.
Corn grows
knee high by the Fourth of July,
higher yet, until
a person could get lost in the fields,
easy.

Autumn glowing,
geese honk high,
rooster pheasants parade roadside,
seagulls follow the plow.
Trees turn gold,
fields to sere stalks, then stubble.

Winter freezing,
crows complain,
deer ghost through fields at dusk.
Frost, snow, silver
trees, fields, ponds, roads.

Call ahead:
is it icy? drifted? plowed yet?
that dreaded Darwin road
to home.

 

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Sacagawea

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Wild grapes photo by Alan Levine, public domain

1804

Bird Woman, brave woman,
sixteen years old and
explorer of unknown frontiers.
Baby on your back.
mother-wit finding
food, medicine, plants, berries,
paths through mountains to the big water.

1941

Helen Ann, dreaming of adventures,
rides a fat pony
around the yard and into the woods.
Branches grab her braids, and
brother hears her cries,
rescues, laughs,
names her Sacagawea because
she loves the woods and wilds.

1960

90 degrees in the shade,
Aunty takes us wading,
digging river clams,
picking gooseberries in the bushes,
chokecherries from scrubby trees.
Showing us the way—college, career, even
Ph.D.
Blazing new trails as surely as
Bird Woman did.

1999

Together, we forage fall fencelines,
tramp the forty,
pick wild grapes,
bake Christmas cookies.
Who knew this would be the last time?

2000

Sacagawea silver dollar in my wallet
to remember you both forever.

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Driving Vermont – October 8, 2017

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People in Vermont kept apologizing to us: the host at Red Barn Loft, the man behind the counter at the Maple Museum gift shop, the coffee shop owner – just about anyone who found out we were tourists.

“Sorry about the foliage,” they’d say. “It’s just been too hot, too late this year. The leaves aren’t what they should be. Sorry.” As if it were their fault. And as if it were true. Continue reading

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Impressions of Boston, Part 2 – October 7, 2017

 

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Street sign in the old Italian neighborhood of North End

A Minnesota governor, whose name I wish I could forget, said St. Paul’s streets were laid out by a drunken Irishmen. He should see Boston! Continue reading

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Impressions of Boston – October 6, 2017

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Boston is old.  As a Minnesotan, I feel history as something that happened in the time of my great-grandparents, back a hundred and fifty years ago. In Boston, history goes back 400 years. Here is Christ Church, where George and Martha Washington worshiped, with a bullet hole from the Revolutionary War still preserved next to the door. In that same church, Martin Luther King, Jr. preached against the Vietnam War, eloquently connecting the issues of racism and poverty at home and imperialism and war abroad. Continue reading

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Eight life lessons: Don’t take your pressure cooker to the airport

Instant Pot

Inspired by today’s news* and memories of yesterday’s good advice:

  1. Eat your peas. There are children starving in [fill in the blank with country of choice.]
  2. Never send money to Nigerian princes, bankers, astronauts, or spies.
  3. Don’t talk to strangers.
  4. Don’t click on that link.
  5. Always wear clean underwear with no holes. You could get in a traffic accident and be taken to the hospital and you wouldn’t want the doctors to think you are a slob.
  6. Don’t take your pressure cooker to the airport. It might look like a fancy crock pot to you, but it looks like a bomb to TSA.
  7. Always say please and thank you.
  8. Just say no.

 

* [from today’s news] Operations at Terminal 2 at Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport returned to normal Wednesday after authorities found a suspicious item in the morning and evacuated the terminal, airport officials said.

The ticketing lobby and checkpoints reopened just after 6 a.m. after the Bloomington Bomb Squad cleared the item, which turned out to be a rice cooker. The man who left the cooker behind was arrested, said airport spokeswoman Melissa Scovronski. X-rays revealed the rice cooker contained only spices.

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Rhubarb Season

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Pioneer’s pie plant –
elephant ear leaves and ruby stalks yield
double-crusted pies with artful slashes to let out steam.
Grandma’s garden, gone to the city, yields
sauces and scones, muffins and mimosas, cakes and chutneys:
Millie’s thoroughly modern
rhubarb.

Pull rhubarb or chop it close to the ground.
Cut leaves from stalks,
and bring the stalks into the kitchen.
Discard the broad leaves:
They contain oxalic acid,
a strong poison.

Old Noah Webster knew his pie plant,
and also knew how to keep up with the times, naming
Rhubarb, in baseball,
“a bench clearing brawl.”

From dugout to
dug-in plutocrats, politicos,
clearing the benches
swinging wildly/slinging mud
tweeting a
one-man rhubarb,
all leaf, no stalk.

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