Want More Wildflowers In Your World?

Because we have delineated wetland habitat out back between the house and Silver Creek we have to obtain DNR permits to manage invasive species and conduct prescribed burns.  Because we're both unqualified  we utilize professionals at NES Ecological Services to perform necessary land management practices.   If you visit their website you would learn that among other things they are a natural resource consulting firm focusing on wetlands, native habitat restoration and wildlife.  They're a division of the civil engineering firm, Robert E. Lee and Associates, and work with everyone from municipalities, utilities commercial and non-profit businesses, state agencies and individuals throughout Wisconsin.  They are not a landscaper as most people understand the term.

Several years ago we hired them to begin the process of restoring more of our yard to pollinator habitat.  Native wild flowers to be exact.  And as a consequence we've converted about an additional acre of turf grass into permanent natural cover.  It is truthfully a pollinator paradise, great to look at; and best of all, no mowing.

Anyway, a couple of days ago the crew was in the neighborhood to spot-treat last fall's planting which was formerly our big vegetable garden.

My vegetables are now grown in raised beds and I'm done with gardening on my hands and knees.  The previous year's project - the ancestral (and buried) house foundation - is coming-along really nice.  The Missus tells me a woodchuck has taken-up residence somewhere in there.  That's fine; as long as it's not the septic mound of the barn foundation.

And (not pictured) is a location along the side of the road; presently nuked turf grass that will be tilled and seeded this fall.  Our expectation is that by the summer of 2028 it will be spectacular to anyone driving-by.  And if you don't like beautiful roadside wildflowers there might be something wrong with you.  You might even be one of those godless communists or jihadists some of my acquaintances are getting themselves all lathered-up over.  

So, stay-tuned for periodic progress reports and how you might consider a professional habitat specialist, instead of a traditional landscaper, for naturalizing your landscape.  I wish I'd done it sooner.

You can learn more about NES Ecological Services here.

Wildflower Walk

Doggo and I ran the trail camera trapline after chores. And with a gentle rain falling decided to take a walk along one of the newly-cleared trails. 

 

Seriously, who doesn’t like to take a walk in the rain with their girlfriend?

 

Anyway, I wanted to take some photos of my observations from atop the tractor yesterday of what was blooming in our prairie.  Prairie species are not indigenous to the peninsula as prior to European settlement the landscape was boreal forest.  Nevertheless, since much was cleared for farming planting deeply-rooted native grasses and forbs enhances the wildlife benefits.  

 

ID is included with each image and right-click for a closer look.

 

Obedient Plant (Physostegia virginiana)

 

Blue vervain (Verbena hastata)

 

Joe-Pye weed (Eutrochium maculatum)

 

Prairie Dock (Silphium terebinthinaceum)  It's almost an 8-footer!

 

Swamp White Oak (Quercus bicolor)  I planted these along the creek decades ago. Having reached maturity we’ve been getting acorns recently. 

Canada Tick Trefoil (Desmodium canadense)

Rosinweed (Silphium integrifolium) 

A forest of Compass Plant (Silphium laciniatum)

False Sunflower (Heliopsis helianthoides)

Cardinal Flower (Lobelia cardinalis)  Doggo and I had to brave the poison ivy (Toxicodendron radicans) to take this photo.  

 Nodding onion (Allium cernuum)  A wild edible

Prairie Blazing Star (Liatris pycnostachya)  It’s as tall as me! 

 

The Garden Chronicles

The raised bed garden is working as expected. My expectations were low; to basically provide a steady supply of fresh produce for a couple of adults. They’re crowded yet the learning curve is short and it’s easy peasy to sow additional produce as you go. 

 

 

If I felt inclined to can pickles or something else there’s farm stands locally and a weekly market in Sturgeon Bay. There’s even a local neighbor who raises mushrooms and micro greens. 

 

Best of all, nobody’s gonna recall my lettuce or spinach for causing diarrhea.  And by the time February rolls-around I might commit high crimes and misdemeanors for my daily fresh tomato fix.

  

 

Raising a toast to an additional 18 inches of elevation….

Bushwhacking

 

From July 18 you can see how overgrown the trails are.  The Mule is basically half visible above the grass and weeds and you cannot see the dog.

 

So, earlier last week I swapped-out the blades and checked the gear oil on the Rhino, fluids and fittings on the tractor and hitched everything-up.  I got the north trail cleaned-up afterwards and on Saturday finished the rest with the exception of clearing the campsite alongside the creek.  

 

  

3.5 miles of trails brushed, including a location for the last deer stand this old hunter’s gonna build. 

 

 

 

That Rhino brush hog predates the blue tractor and if I had to hazard a guess might have close to a thousand hours under its belt. 

 

 

I didn’t keep count but I’d bet I shifted a dozen dead ash off the trail using nothing but the bucket on the New Holland. Sure beats wagging a chainsaw around. 

 

 

Check-back tomorrow for a virtual walk along one of the newly-cleared trails to see what's blooming in the pollinator habitat.

 

Meanwhile, raising a toast to high pressure hydraulics….

Uncle Remus And Modern Analogue

One of the most famous of trickster stories in the Uncle Remus collection was written by Joel Chandler Harris and published in 1881, The Wonderful Tar-Baby Story.  

As the story goes, Br'er Fox constructs a sticky doll out of a lump of pine tar and turpentine and dresses it in some clothes.  Along comes Br'er Rabbit who politely addresses the figure but receives no response.  Offended by what he perceives as the tar baby's lack of manners Br'er Rabbit loses his temper and throws a punch resulting in his fist becoming hopelessly stuck in the tar.  Enraged, Br'er Rabbit strikes with his other paw, followed by kicking with both feet and ending with a head butt leaving him completely entangled in the grip of the Tar-Baby.

In a continuation of Harris' tale several stories later there is the ending; How Mr. Rabbit Was Too Sharp For Mr. Fox.   

With his nemesis helplessly stuck, Br'er Fox speculates on how to dispose of Br'er Rabbit.  The powerless, yet cunning rabbit pleads; Do anything you want with me - roast me, hang me, skin me, drown me - but please, Br'er Fox, don't fling me in that briar patch.  The sadistically-inclined Br'er Fox gullibly believes that this will inflict the maximum pain on Br'er Rabbit so he tosses him directly into the briars.

Finding himself in the thorny thicket, the resourceful rabbit easily escapes and taunts the fox with; I was born and raised in the briar patch!  

The roots of this tale likely find their origins in the oral traditions and folklore of enslaved Africans that were collected by Harris during the reconstruction period following the war between the states. 

Br'er Rabbit is the personification of the West-African trickster; a metaphor of a physically weaker individual who relies-upon quick thinking and psychology to outwit the stronger aggressor.  The Tar-Baby is a euphemism for a sticky and complex problem that worsens the more someone struggles against it. 

My introduction to this tale dates to my early childhood and I really haven't thought much about it since.  

Until recently.

Even after six and a half decades and a fable dating back almost 150 years-ago,  I am mindful of a sticky situation half-way around the world complicated by the impulsive actions of one solitary man, seemingly out-witted by a weaker foe.

I sure hope he extricates himself from this to every American's mutual satisfaction as I want policy that improves your and my prosperity and general lot in life.  

Along with making the world a safer place.

Dairy Trivia

The advertisement pictured is a charming piece of 1950s northeast agricultural history.  Sneider's Dairy operated out of Menominee, Michigan immediately adjacent to Marinette, Wisconsin.  And directly across the bay to the north.  The four digit phone number (3533) is the clue that solved the riddle. 

Bashful Bessie was the dairy's answer to Borden's Elsie the Cow.  

Bessie's long eyelashes and the pun - It's In The Bag (udder) was a characteristic of the wholesome imagery of that era.  Same for the doctor recommendation.  With the introduction of rural electrification and expansion of pasteurization and homogenized milk the scientific achievement in food safety was worth crowing-about.

Growing-up we had a milkman who delivered a couple of times a week leaving glass bottles of milk in the box on our doorstep.  Sealtest Dairy if memory serves.

Can you pick me out in the photo?

The packaging in the advertising is a wax-coated paper carton used for grocery store distribution.

Sneider's was a staple in the Upper Peninsula and Northeast Wisconsin for decades.  With the passage of time they were absorbed by larger regional dairy co-ops; yet vintage memorabilia like this shows-up in antique shops and on the interweb from time-to-time and is an interesting walk down memory lane for anyone interested in mid-century marketing and local history.

Friday Music

Composed by Stephen Stills this song was first recorded in 1968 during the first recording session as a group by Crosby, Stills and Nash.  It was subsequently released on the Atlantic Records label by the group in 1969; Crosby, Stills and Nash.

The album was a major hit in the states peaking at Number 6 on the Billboard Album Chart and spinning-off a couple of single hits; Suite: Judy Blue Eyes and Marrakesh Express. The album subsequently earned a triple platinum certification in 1999 and quadruple platinum in 2001.  Neil Young toured with the group as a session musician and later recorded  Déjà Vu  with the group in 1970 making some of the best harmonies on the planet.  Which is why they are a Super Group.

Turn-up the volume for Helplessly Hoping recorded at Woodstock....