These are the apple days of September when we find Johnny Appleseed has left his footprints all along the roads of Northern Michigan. The apple crop is ripe, with the early birds like the Transparent and the Dutch already deer fodder. Before those breeds fell to the ground in late August, I found, picked and made crisp from their distant relatives. Picked just before ripe, they are deliciously tart and make scrumptious crisps and pies, not bad in my oatmeal, either. Continue reading
Wild Ballet
Today I was witness
to Baryshnikov and Nureyev
in a wild ballet. Such grace! Continue reading
The Food Chain
Whitetails in the night
munch tomatoes, spinach
and corn, devour them all
with cilantro and sugar
peas, grind them
to a pulp with yellow
teeth and belch
artichoke mist
beneath brisk starlight. Continue reading
Mary, somewhere in the United States
Country roads, scenic vistas, no internet.
There are few places the woeful news doesn’t seep, even here, where the rivers run with fish into the Huron, where the cardinals sit on thistle thrones and where the mockingbirds have never heard a car alarm.
Unfortunately, Monsanto’s footprints are in the corn, they are in the soybeans and the faces of the sunflowers. They are in the pollen and the hives of bees.
The bees die and the deer grow sterile from pesticides and Roundup Ready modified genes.
The dirty fingers of dirty men are found in everything including our heads. Don’t buy into it, fight Monsanto and their GMO seeds or the battle is lost.
Praise to El Salvador for taking steps to kick Monsanto and their dirty seeds out the door.
Richard Rensberry, Author at QuickTurtle Books®
What remains
of the apples
is cider
and the deer.
The north
is storming Continue reading
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