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The Landscape Weaver

There dawns a day in mid-May, it arrives cloaked in a full flush of shimmering green, morning mist late in leaving fields, the air chiffon and clover. On this day, the weaver of landscapes will be dancing under cover, laying down his warp, deep in shadows, edged by flowing waters and threads of cirrus clouds. He’s busy in the fields replacing frayed edges of last year’s worn panoramas.

The weaver wefts his magic threads in June, twisting finer yarns into plump blue-green leaves, blue-budded lupines, yellow coreopsis, sharp-edged sedges, and rough textures in and through an early flush of grasses laid upon lowland hills and marshes.

The prairies and wetlands erupt into color about the same time as holiday fireworks explode in July. No longer content to remain quiet, yellows, maroons, purples, blues, hues and saturation pop and whistle, announcing their arrival ahead of a marching band of cicadas.

By late July our man of natural threads sits back and admires his nearly completed tapestry. It’s viewable for anyone slow enough to stop and look; hanging, dipping slightly in the humidity, like a sheet on a sagging clothes line. Summer’s fabric is nearly complete.

Walking through a fairgrounds after closing compares to visiting the lowlands the last week of August. The venerable artist has left the ground littered with weft of broken stems, bent grass, and empty seed heads. When the first cold breeze sneaks into the morning, entangling grasses like a fervid couple under the grandstand –  a hot flash followed by a quick chill; the blooms are gone, empty seed pods swinging from brittle stems remind me of a ferris wheel. The weaver moved off to the southern hemisphere, leaving his fraying work of art behind.

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18 thoughts on “The Landscape Weaver

  1. I do so like what you’re doing here – in this post, and all over your blog. Marquette County already seemed to me like someplace special (so near, yet far , for one); The Road Less Paved makes the point stick. Thank you.

    1. Welcome back! The backroads are certainly a lot more interesting than the main roads. Some type of wetland, prairie, or small isolated upland hardwoods remain on almost every farm. Nothing is entirely flat, or dry, year round in this county. There is something curious, but not yet disclosed, going on uptown. We have an old hotel from the late 1800’s. It’s been empty for years. At the time it was built, people were obviously very short! A back portion of the building has been moved to the library square where a flimsy sign denotes the old shack to be the future site of the John Muir building. No other info available yet. I wonder if they plan on moving the old hotel over and using it as a history center. It certainly wasn’t a building that can claim he slept in, lol! He was too tall to fit inside. I do hope they’re successful at saving the old place. I want the future story.

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