July 28, 2010


Cool and completely bereft of self-consciousness, this morning's cucumber is my companion, and I believe there is none so beautiful, nourishing, nor crisp in the whole Northern Continent, for it comes from my mother's garden, and this, my friends, is summer's green heart.

July 23, 2010


The loon is a mythic bird in Minnesota. Wood ducks float close to docks, accept bits of bread thrown from children's hands; Canadian geese walk single file down residential streets. But loons. They keep their distance. Occasionally you'll see them floating in the middle of a lake. Rarelyand magicallythey will pop up fifteen feet from your canoe and stare with their red eyes for a few moments before diving back into their solitary worlds. But what you can count on in Minnesotathe land that claims these creatures as its state birdis hearing them almost anytime you are on a quiet lake in the presence of the moon. And you'd never mistake it. Children don't ask their parents whose call that was. It's a sound that seems to rise out of the mist, even on a clear night. One that seems simultaneously desolate and binding and old. They are ghosts in a way, these birds. And you listen for them as you would movement in the backyard when you are home alone. 

Video by FeistyMinnesotaGirl

July 19, 2010


We call them skyscrapers and we think of height. We tilt back our heads and our torsos and look up up up until our heads are full of words like ingenuity and daring and power. And man. We sense that important things happen upon platforms so high. We think of wealth. Expenses. Our mouths drop open at so much weight.

But when weand I mean Iland back in a state where the sky is scraped by fewer metal limbs, my mouth again opens, this time from relief, becausethere is so much air here, so much blue, and I can view its entire expanse, a big smooth face that is shining and warm and light. 

All day today I have been thankful for how much of the world I can see with my feet planted firmly on the green brown ground, how good it feels to be under these uninterrupted skies.

July 1, 2010


originally the name of the river, from Dakota (Siouan) mnisota, literally, "cloudy water, milky water," from mni  "river, stream" +  sota "slightly clouded."

Just in case you were curious. :)