Nature’s art and nature’s artists.

Just before the weekend linked May to June, I drove north to see two of my children’s families and to be with Annie on the day of her graduation from high school. Her brother is graduating from college this month, too, so the afternoon barbecue was in his honor as well.

In the northern parts of the state winter was having its last fling all the way until Sunday; only a week before, Pippin had to put off her planting on account of snow, and I drove through a thunderstorm on my way up. When one downpour ended, the wind would blow the pine pollen around wildly, so that while Ivy and I lay on the grass birdwatching into the oak tree, a fine yellow blizzard suddenly whirled above and around us.

I stayed at Pippin’s. The morning of the graduation party, before I piled in the van with their family to drive up into Oregon, Ivy and I took a walk down the road and back. We saw strawberry flowers and the carcasses of wild animals, and some strange natural art.

It appeared that the same pine pollen that was plastered all over my car and lay as yellow dust on Pippin’s iris flowers had fallen on a driveway and then been washed by the rain into an intriguing design. We’ve been trying to imagine who or what prepared the asphalt “canvas” beforehand in such a way that the natural events could form these patterns.

Just a bit later, after Ivy had washed her hair for the party, she and Scout showed me their collection of artwork from the past school year. It was hard to choose which of several dozen pieces to take away on my camera, but here is a little gallery:

mermaid and squid
wolf

Bouquet of flowers including book-, pencil- and butterfly-flowers,
in a detailed and highly narrative and symbolic vase.

Self portraits by Ivy; note the pony tail at left.
Klimt style by Scout

And then, Pippin’s picture of the last storm Saturday evening, and Jamie:

 

I’ll be showing you more of nature’s art in another post, but here’s a bit more human artwork — clever and beautiful use of natural wood — which I saw just as I was leaving town to come home. I put my car in reverse and backed up a hundred feet to the side of the road so I could take this picture for Pom Pom especially, but I know there are lots of other art and mushroom lovers out there.

 

7 thoughts on “Nature’s art and nature’s artists.

  1. What a beautiful post! I have never heard of pine pollen swirls. This is an incredible gift God has given us, this old planet. I have been shocked and amazed to find real morels growing by the side walk as I have walked the dog. I have dried only 3. I will mix them with less flavorful types and put over pasta. I was a bit leery of picking until I had researched them since I have never seen them in their natural state. But yes they are black morels! They grow under the elms mostly. The incredible amount of rain has risen them up. It sure is fun to keep our nose to the ground and our eyes on the clouds!

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  2. There is such a window into how observant the children are, in their bright artwork. Those wooden mushrooms look quite a bit like the one called Shaggy Mane. Does it feel as if you left in winter and returned in summer?

    I was just “cancelled” for today…so I had liberty to sit here and say a hello comment to you, my friend.

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  3. Those morels are wonderful. Of all the wild foods I miss, those are at the top of the list. Dredged in flour and sauteed in butter? So good!

    As for pollen, you can’t believe how heavy it can be on the waters around here. This is what it looks like on our marina waters.

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  4. That sure was uplifting!! Especially Ivy’s artwork! Wow! And I can see too what a great teacher she has — these remind me of the things my mom used to do with her kids…

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