Papaver

What?

You wonder what does this word mean and what the heck am I in for now!

Well.

I picked up my poppy today from the volunteers raising money for the Veterans of our Wars.

How is War still a thing?

I got to thinking about why this is this flower the symbol of honoring Veterans?

I mean I know a heck of a lot about the poppy; in Latin it is named papaver…

This story started with men fighting and killing each other and then after the fight people came to bury the bodies. WW1. Ish.

There are seeds of many plants that can lay dormant in the soil for years and be it fire, earthquake, or a hundred graves, they will rise up to germinate.

There are many planty things humans can’t always control. Thank you Universe!

This poem came about after this Canadian Military Doctor, John M. McCrae viewed the killing field and it was filled with blooming red poppies…

I am not ever here to bum you out and my best advice to any soul is to never watch the Evening News.

It’s ok to just focus on you, yes you and your inner bits and also the ones you love…

You may be able to actually do something to help.

Yep I always have something knitted in; I hope you know by now that I am trying to figure this out too.

The poppy plant is the source of Opium and Heroin…

The big Pharma companies have figured out how to make money off of us by creating synthetic laboratory version. Intense and addictive. Codeine and Oxycodone. Fentanyl. Killed my Prince.

Like sugar cane. Yes Virginia, sugar is ridiculous addictive.

However…

Historically, like way way back, this poppy plant was such a useful medicine.

Milder and gentler, the flowers and the seeds and the resin from the seed pods were a wonderful healthy natural medicine.

I cannot be more specific but you can learn more on your own…

People don’t need to die and there is a way to wean them off with a 1.50$ packet of seeds.

I have said too much but if you are doubtful of actual plants on the Earth and more confident in a nicely shaped pill please reevaluate your position.

I feel like so many have died in War but also just regular random people like us have died and it doesn’t have to continue.

It is worth the effort to learn a little more; in this case I am tossing the ball to you.

My tribe.

The full moon is coming. Get ready.❤️

Dandelions Rule!

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The name comes from img_0507the French word, “dent de lion”.

The leaves are like Lion’s teeth…

Lions are beyond amazing and they live here with us. For now.

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The dandelion is a plant that has the longest flowering season of all plants; it’s seeds can travel five miles.

Earth is trying. You try too. Please hear me.

A human can dig it out but if they miss one bit of the tap root, it will grow again.

How are you going to tackle Dandelions from five miles away? Why try?

Who cares? Or maybe why care is better.?

Dandelion Super Powers Let It Be…

I LOVE THIS PLANT!

Dandelion immigrants are interfering with your idea of the perfect yard. The one you only venture into to kill the dandelions. The one you think about. The Yard. Look for ant hills. Avoid your life. Avoid your wife. Wake up.

Well. This whole plant is edible and filled with vitamins. Raw or cooked. The smallest leaves are the sweetest for a salad but the bigger ones can be sautéed like spinach.

I have not breaded and fried the flowers but I hear it’s great and have done that to mushrooms so what is weirder?

But.

IT IS that big stubborn taproot that holds so much for us. ❤️

I credit dandelion tea mixed with other more yummy teas for helping me heal from the Tick diseases.

The Anaplasmosis got into every organ in my body and made Lymes seem like a common cold.

I could really do nothing but sit in the lazy boy and look stuff up on the iPad. Cold sweat. Luckily Zuzu had my back.

Geez people who get dogs see it…

Bummer for those that don’t.🙏

Anywhoo…

Dandelion roots can be dried and added to anything like stir fry or pot roast.

Also: mmm wine! Yep it’s a thing and I will try it and let you know. ;). It takes four months. We’ll see.

Science factual facts: Taraxacum officinale. Any plant that has the second Latin name, officinale was historically used for medicine before God created pharmacy.

Here we go…

Gathered early, the leaves stimulate and clean out the intestines. Eat them in salad or sauté.

The root, while not delicious, helps your liver cleanse your blood.

Just get the tea and mix it with other tea and you will feel so clean on the inside…

I want this for you!

 

Details: leaves are rich in calcium and vitamins A,C,K and B2.

Your liver is responsible for cleaning everything from your blood;  all the car exhaust,  paint fumes,  drugs and alcohol, and many other toxins that are left to your liver to deal with….

Hey kids Dandelions are truly the best support for your liver. Like did you even know?

So. Maybe just grab a box of this tea and pick another one in the same aisle that is easily more delicious and boil and steep and try.

Please don’t be like ick it’s bitter and I won’t do it…add sugar if you want.

Add it to your Diet Coke. It is literally the one tea that will improve your body and if you don’t believe me Google it.

You gotta know I’m on your side…

 

 

However, on behalf of the dandelions you see here and there and everywhere, please see health and resource and I don’t hurt your feet and your kids have fun making necklaces with me. ( dandelion voice).

Don’t go for chemicals.

Wake up.

I have no idea why it’s all under lined. Maybe someone thinks it’s important?

 

My love to you. ❤️

It’s not Wisconsin’s fault

D61BA084-64E0-4BF9-8B3A-2744BDF5A5B4It’s on me. Take a sec and think of three things that GIVE you energy and think of three things that DRAIN you.

I don’t have the right to be super personal because it’s been awhile since I have written and out of respect I will keep it general.

First,  my Blessing  to anyone who reads this:   You are an imperfect soul.

Also.  Your soul is not your height,  weight,  body type, credit score,  job title,  the toys in your garage or your concern for the way others see you.

It’s not how many of anything…or anyone you have ever had.

It is not your religion, race, or sexual preference.

Second: Reverence

Humility

Incredulousness

To summarize, in the two minutes you are recommended to spend brushing your teeth, think about what a small LEGO piece you are; a grain of sand makes me sound mean and I am the opposite.

You could be a huge tree, or gorgeous waterfall big or small, or sacred site or a volcano….

This Volcano stuff is pretty humbling I think. Hurricanes. Earthquakes. Avalanches.

There are so many humans on this ship and the ship is changing. The only thing that can help you figure out what YOU are supposed to DO here now is to shut everything off for even five minutes.  One real sixty second minute.

The Earth changes; we all learned in school about glaciers and dinosaurs…(what the fuck?)

Here’s the deal. You won a free trip to Earth and what would you like to do? This free trip expires randomly.

This fresh message sent from the deck. At magic time. My light is on. Turn yours on too please.CEF4503F-4959-4457-97EB-D088FF1C6D3E

Wow…

I am SO moved to climb out of my everyday in everyway personal drama: projects, poems, joys, dreams, and work and such…

I spent too much time yesterday listening to the audio of the gunfire that killed and wounded so many. 

The rest of us are the walking wounded.  Driving dumbfounded. Baking depressed…

Doesn’t this horrific crime make us realize if we didn’t already, that THE Enemy, the Opposition, the Blameable has nothing to do with skin color.  It’s skin.  Covers the skeleton.  And guts.  Of another Human.  

I have been deep in my head and my heart lately and by lately I mean a few months.

The Spring and Summer here on the old Farmstead is filled with chores and frustrations.  But I wouldn’t know because I planted my veggies in pots on the patio and left them with dad and ran off to explore the rivers and beaches and towns…


Oh it is so dang beautiful here in Wisconsin.  The air is magnificent.  The lakes are clear and the beer flows like wine.😊

And then I got Lymes Disease.

I also got Anaplasmosis at the same time and while it tried to kill me, it saved my life.  The jokes on it… Or them.  

There is more than one tickbourne illness out there.  Don’t let it stop you from living and loving what you love.  Don’t let anything stop you.  It is an organism here on Earth and is just doing what it is supposed to do.  It is a product of the science of the Earth today and also it’s environment.  Hmmm.  It’s science. There is nothing to be afraid of…

So that happened and I am recovering and I knew I then and I know it now, it is a small issue, a bump, a wake up call.

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Everything dies eventually.  Well maybe not light or wind or taxes but you know what I mean.

We should all be allowed to live out our natural lives without fear of everything on the news today. AND, the worse stuff they don’t broadcast.

Hurricanes and Earthquakes and Tornados and Floods were here long before us.  They will be here if we are gone.

But not bombs or shooters or genocide or pollution.  Not the garbage islands floating in the ocean.  For sure not the halo of garbage of broken destroyed satellites that surrounds our beloved planet.  Yeah can you take a sec and just Google those two things?  Then just also look into the Great Coral Reef.  Don’t be mad or sad just see and know and think and we will do…  Don’t forget!

So.  I have come to the feverish opinion, (103 for 3 days give or take), that maybe let’s not focus on the Past and Patriotism per se.  

Maybe it’s OK to celebrate the brains that God created and let those scientists teach us about our collective interest; air, water, food, other Species, and to respect our short lives and the ones that will hopefully come after us.

It might be OK to advocate for the future of our species and others on this planet instead of preparing blame for the demise?  No one will be around to hear it and if they are that will surely not care…other fish to fry.

P.s  Trees and Bees are worth way more than money.  More on that soonish.❤️

Time Flies

Well we all know this is true but maybe a better catch phrase is,  “Time can barrel on like a Mack Truck”?…   It is tough to jump off.

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But the oldest and wisest of us know that we all need a rest stop.

All we need is a Rest Stop.

AND these are the opportunities to scrape yourself off of the windshield of your Life and rinse off and look around…

There are so many untold roads and won’t it be great to discover some for yourself?

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As we careen down the highway of life there are so many back alleys unseen.  Too many sidetrips not taken.  We don’t know what we are missing…

Why do you always go the way you always have?  Go a different way and see how you feel.

I promise you there is tons of adventure out there for you!   Don’t sit in the back seat.

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When your rubber hits the road do you know where you’re going?  Where you want to go?  That is the starting point on your map and the possibilities are endless!

In other words I did not take off on you but I did need to go blaze my trail…

( Cousin Sharon and Karen, is this what happened to your Mustang that made me love all Mustangs?  You drove barefoot!)

 

 

 

 

 

His Story. Also Hers’. And Ours’.

The Dark and Cold and Dry Winter both inside and out shoveled me into digging around this BIG old house.

My Grandfather built this home with the undeniable and immense effort of my Grandmother…

And his friends and his neighbors and surely some strangers too.

I found many many photographs.

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They had spent the first years of their marriage in the City of Minneapolis and my Grandpa raked in some cash building the new highways…  Thank You,   Franklin D. Roosevelt!

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She was 37 and a Roller Derby quality woman.  Trust me.  Frances the Riveter.   Grandpa was either brilliant or lucky or both.

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As a family, She, He, and my Dad and his older brother Robert and his younger brother Orville gathered and piled at least 50 TONS of rock.  That is 50 piles of 1000 pounds.   At least.  This land was at the tip of the last Glacial advance.

Do you need rocks?  Get a truck and come on!  Here’s one pile…

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This is where anything metal went when it was done;  this is metal Heaven.

I have always loved History.  Wait that is not true.  I began to be intrigued by different points of view of History when I attended a Woman’s History class at the Community College in Minneapolis when my son finally went to Kindergarten.  Then, I took Native American Art and History.  Then, I took African American Art and History.  You can see where this goes.

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History is truly relative and biased by the storyteller.  It is not fake History but it is History from one perspective. Right?  No foul just know that Humans tell the story from their point of view.

And Sometimes they twist things to influence you.  Just Sayin’.

There is no doubt that Science shows us that the Earth has Its’ own cycles and a Billion year old history;  I can’t or couldn’t understand why some Humans don’t pick up on the reality of Science.

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Why is Science such Witchcraft?

But the extremely biased and debatable History, which, if not completely true and if you were not there can you really be sure it is true,  is swallowed and revered and defended with awful words and fighting and guns and something called Collateral Damage.

Why should yesterday condemn today?

Can you Pleeeaase follow me into the Past and realize that unless you are actively seeking out information and facts and Science and also understanding that you are a beautiful biological Human Being with a brain that has been studied and studied and manipulated for persuasion and  $$profit$$ and power you are not living the life you were meant to live.  Flip your switch.

I think we have two choices:

One is to let it happen.  Everyone who is alive today will be DEAD in 100 years.

Just chill.  Keep on keepin, on.  Run on the hamster wheel of life.

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Or:  We chime in and join in and step up and really swallow the state of affairs here and everywhere and your vote really matters. Screw Netflix (for now)…

Stop everything else.

But now the Vote is not enough,

Why is voting day on a Tuesday?

Do not be couched.  Do not be fooled.

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This Land is My Land

This Land is Your Land

From California to the New York Island

from the Redwood forest, to the Gulf Stream Waters

This Land was made for you and me…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

May Day! May Day!

This is a call for help.   It comes from the French, “M’ aider”.

In 1923 we as Humans learned to communicate via radio;  before radio all we had was S.O.S. in Morse Code.  Seriously MORSE CODE.

We need help.

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Not from the outside but the inside.  I mean we need help to inspire the inside of our Human Humane souls.  I want to help.

While today was declared Loyalty Day by this President and was called this before only once in 1921, it is a day with a ton of History.

As a girl I made May baskets and loved and still love leaving treats for cherished ones to find…

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I had no idea about the not fake History I want to share today.

So.

As Europe became Christianized, the Pagan holidays lost their traditions and either became popular Secular celebrations or, were merged with, or replaced with, Christian holidays.

Understandable.

Nevertheless…

This thing really starts with a celebration of the Roman Goddess Floralia. 

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The Ancient Roman Goddess of Flowers, Vegetation, and Fertility.

This is truly a cause to consider and also celebrate and cherish.  I will be working something up for next year!  Come and see!

An Awareness of the fragile Ecosystem seems kind of key to sustaining Human life.

Maybe? Not Maybe. Not Fake.

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In 1921, and then also today the Government asked for loyalty and solidarity and patriotism.  It is ironic in that in 1921 everyone was very concerned with Russian influence here in America.  Please wake up.  :/

OOH I know you see the tangles and the crap but maybe also the jewels?

I am the Jewels.

There is no better time and/ or no better reason for you to get fussy and vocal.  Vote with your dollars.  This is NOT an unprecedented political environment but this time the Crossroads loom.   Even if it’s too late for the Earth it is NOT too late for you.   or me.

 

 

 

 

 

Yggdrasil: My Tree Story

I get all warm and flowy inside when I look at old Trees…  Like old Houses and old People and old Dogs they just exude Wisdom and History and Gentleness…

Turn your dial to hear it if you can’t.   It is there.

Back to my story that I just want to SHARE  with you and it has been with me for years…

For you I did more in depth research and thus,  if not for you , I would not be as twisty and bright as I am right now.     Thank You!

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I have a very strong Nordic Heritage.  Back in the day the, ” Country”, was a line drawn on a piece of paper and the more I learn,  the more I realize that it was about Clans, and Tribes and Family traditions and stories and Communities…

Folklore sounds like a fairytale or does a Fairytale sound like Folklore?

They both sound like makebelieve,  but are they?

Snapping back to now I want to remind everyone that at one time it was all forest around here mostly and the tough settlers had to cut down trees and gather rocks in order to clear the field to plow.

In all Norse sources of traditions and beliefs you will find the story of the Yggdrasil.

This is a special Tree preserved in a new farm field for Good Luck and as a symbol of the connection between the Nine Worlds of the Norse Pagan Tradition.  Of which present day Earth is one.

If anyone is interested,  I would love to just discuss the Nine Worlds.  Not now. 🙂

These Trees were considered guardians and bringers of Luck.  I can see why.  What a cool symbol to pick!  A real old tree and let it stay?  Plant around it?  See it every day?  I love this.  I get this. It is not about Christianity vs. Paganism it is just about HOPE.

A symbol of HOPE.

As someone who has been dragged between hope and despair regarding my son’s mortality and making our way in the World and figuring out what Love is,  I totally get why stressed people choose hope.

Lottery tickets and fad diets and internet dating sites are modern day vessels of Hope.

My beloved Wisconsin was settled by many Nordic and Germanic people who were oppressed and/ or starving in their Homelands and they headed here…

That takes Bravery.

Also a reasonably open border.

Please note that this is about Trees and not Religion. (or Politics?)

It might be about Immigrants… We’ll see.

Because:   In my research I found strong evidence,  (I am nothing if not a stickler for cross-references),  that the Christian missionaries were instructed to destroy these Trees in those countries back in the day.  These Eternal Symbols.  These Entities that have lived one hundred years.  A threat to conversion is a threat to conversion.  Some things will never change.

I am not condemning.  Oftentimes we know not what the ramifications of what we do and ALSO it is difficult to go against the crowd.

I just think GOD likes Trees and Hope…  Just sayin’.

This one is mine.  We have two but this is my favorite.  I see it before my turn off the highway;  this Tree welcomes me home.

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This is the kind of old Oak tree one might tie a yellow ribbon around.

A Tony Orlando and Dawn reference I wonder who will remember?

Nevertheless my friends,  you can be sure that Trees deserve some reverence and worship.

They PRODUCE oxygen.  That stuff we need.

Besides the food for the many creatures they provide and the shade and protection from predators they provide and the fuel for humans to burn and material to build homes they provide,  these amazing creations produce oxygen! 

Thank God for Science.  Yep I said it.

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We learned as kids that you can figure out the age of a tree by counting its’ rings.  It needs to be chopped down by Man or Nature first but whatever.   Did you know that each ring is the light and the dark together?  Also, that the light part is the water record of the amount that the roots were able to glean that year and the dark is the food for the tree that the leaves were able to make through photosynthesis that year?

Dang.  Photosynthesis blows my mind.

Yes Virginia,  this is all going on all around us all day everyday.

So.  Since I have taken you down the nerd road look at this:

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These. Are. Leaf Cells.

I don’t expect everyone to see what I see but I can’t NOT say that it comes down to this:

Trees can and will live without us and make no mistake they would surely do much better.  But WE cannot live without Trees.

Spring is here and new Life and Hope emerges.  The Yggdrssil is becoming a rare sight.  Be on the lookout or stop over and I will show you mine and take you to this magnificent old Gal a few miles East.  She’s a friend of mine.  I can introduce you! 🙂

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I am blessed with the most beautiful 10 year old Niece inside and out.  She drew this just the other day while visiting me.  I think I may demand a Tree drawing from all who visit!

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May your roots be deep and strong and may you pass them on…  May your trunk be thick and bold and be brave enough to go against the crowd…  May your leaves be healthy and your crown shine brightly for all to see.  I am here doing my part; you do yours…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Bucolic Plague

I am sitting here in my spot trying to record the mating Owls in the woods with my iPhone in the window so I can try to share with you and I am thinking that I need to step up my game.

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If I truly want to infect you and anyone and everyone with the rural, the sky, the slow, the NATURE, and I really truly do,  I had better rock some better technology.  Yes?

Don’t think I won’t…

Nighttime has its’ noises.   The Wolves and Coyotes croon and yip and yap;  The Owls are loud when they need to be in order to make more Owls.  (wink)

The Morning is all the go getters.  The Woodpeckers and other wood peckers are all slamming into the dead wood having breakfast.  The chirpy flitty ones are at the feeder and chatting and wrestling for a spot.

My Mother knew all the names and had informed me many times.  I remember some, and I forget others.  I was sure there would be more time for me to learn.

I have her, “Birds of Wisconsin”,  book but I can’t or haven’t or won’t open it yet…

There are too many post it notes in there and private thoughts;  I am still not ready.

Why should I be ready? Who ever is?

It is Spring now on our Earth and our Earth needs brave people and fierce people to convince others that;  this planet will not sustain human life if we go as we are.  It won’t. IT WON’T.  ( the English language has always annoyed me;  how is will not made into won’t).  Whatever.

You can’t eat money.  Cash burns quickly.

All I want is to wake some cool people up.  All I want is to rattle some cages.  All I want is to try and also not give up.  I will never give up.  Why should we ever give up?

So, it is Saturday night now and on Sunday I will do the put off and the hard and the heartbreaking so I can mend and get back out on the Battlefield.  I will open that Bird book. I will do it for you!

We have to GO.  We work we write and blather on and on and chat and dance and sing and go go go!  Make it mean something.

Go and Do or Come and Be.

Challenge or Invitation take it as you will.

I can say please come help me make this land amazing;  I can say coming here and working with me will be a life-changing experience.  It is true and that would happen.

But I warn you that you will be infected with the love of the land and the love of the people who love the land.

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I need help here.  I vote come and work and stay and play…

I promise you a formidable PLAY! 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

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Good Morning!  Good Day!

I am hailing you from rural Polk County, Wisconsin.

I am alone here although there are two other people in the house;  my 17 year old Autistic son and my Father who is 79 are here somewhere but have no desire to talk.

No one wants to play games or toss the ball around or have a dance party or play Scrabble or Cribbage.

It is probably a good thing because anyone who knows me understands that I am curious and enthusiastic and am nervously chattering even when relaxed.

I am jealous of their indifference!

I am excited by people like fans are of their favorite stars.  Who are you and what’s your story and where are you from and what do you love to do and the like….

A blessing and a curse I have learned. 🙂

Nevertheless,  I am here and putting my hand in for Hokey Pokey and I am ready to turn myself about…

I can’t not be me and that includes double negatives and run- on sentences.  :0

I have been in my dirty boots all week trying to fix the Barn windows.  I need to keep the birds out.  Speaking of birds the Eagles are having a feast on the thawed out roadkill along the county roads…

Best to eat breakfast before you hit the road.

It is my Walt week now and I am back and forth into the City.

There was a time awhile back that I did not notice the smell or the air quality.  Now I do.  BIG time.

But. People. The early mornings is really where the magic lives;  how can I implore you all to get up early and see for yourself?

If I don’t include a picture in my post it will be my eyeball.

The rub and irony is that I have suddenly been having trouble with my eyes.  I have reading and writing glasses now but it is not like it used to be glasses or not.  Don’t like it . Won’t except it.   Need to deny it.

Circle back around is this:  There are Humans somewhere that would think of your life and location as amazing;  your life would be their vacation.

The food you left on your plate would be their best meal in awhile.

You had better be grateful as Heck for all you have.  It can and could and likely will be pecked away…

Alright my Darlings!  Goodnight and I and We and Acres are here for your ideas and energy…

BRING IT