The Meadow milkweed harvest at Ragdale. I always, always think I am too early, just after the equinox / Mabon. I also always take a first look round the meadow and think, “Oh! There isn’t much this year.” Yet I am always right on time, and there is always a good-sized harvest.
Fall has barely begun, just an inkling. The work was hot and sweaty under the afternoon sun, as I crawled into dense foliage, with thorns or pesky burrs. Yet for someone who lives contained by buildings, fences, concrete, alleys, it was glorious. Just to BE, out where the only visible boundaries are trees and the big bluestem hides nearby buildings, just me and prairie, sky, birds and critters.
And the Meadow Studio. No one is in residence just now, so I went and peered in the windows, said hello, and made a fervent wish that our situation will allow me to be there later this fall. I’m scheduled for late October through November. I sat in the shade and trimmed my stems, then walked a circuit round the meadow, tossing the seedpods back in for next year. It’s a rich, vital wheel on which to turn.
I love this year’s version of the Ragdale Ring. Love it.
There was even more reward:
I couldn’t yet get near it without, say, a machete, but:
the Ragdale ear is still here!
It’s lasted eleven months and it looks solid, and is most wonderfully, subtly warped. The dye has faded but is still there, and some seems to have moved through the piece. I’ve been making more plans for this site this year, regardless of whatever might have remained. This is better than I hoped (and I owe a lot of that to other harvests). I already value this place so much for the enormous gift of allowing me to interact with a landscape over time; that has now gone to a whole new level. I’m feeling a bit like one of those seedpods.