Earth day, birch bark

When I heard it was the 40th anniversary of Earth Day, I skimmed my scanned family photos to see if I could find one from 1970. Lo and behold, I found this photo of the only family vacation we took after some of my siblings were "adults." I was 13 going on 14. This was taken in the summer of 1970, shortly after my brother Skip got back from Vietnam (he's the one in back sporting his Army hat). My dad took us (except #1 son, who was starting his career as a Prof.), to Bayfield, Wisconsin, gateway to the Apostle Islands, for a week. I remember the sailing, the fresh air, and playing (beating) my siblings at Blackjack. An earthy (and watery) crew we were.

 my family in 1970

my family in 1970

This afternoon, 40 years later, I sat on my patio and stripped the windfall branches that fell from my neighbor's birch tree. Birch is supposed to yield some lovely earthy pinks, according to Jenny Dean's book, Wild Color. Over the coming weeks I'll play with this and see what happens. Still too chilly today to revisit my (2nd) vat of freeze-dried indigo.

 windfall white birch branches

windfall white birch branches