Roughly 20 years ago I attended a community leadership retreat with The Blandin Foundation. I had recently moved to the Ortonville area and didn't know many people. My roommate was selected for me, and we stayed together for three days at a resort in northern MN. Those three days were the beginning of a friendship.
JoAn Melchild was a woman who had retired after a life of raising children on her own, working in business, traveling around the country with kids in tow. She chose a modest retirement along Big Stone Lake to focus on her main passion - painting. Here is a photo of her at the 2010 Meander, which I wrote of in my past life and past blog.
When I moved away from Ortonville I cut most of my ties there. There were signs (at least I considered them signs at the time) that my leaving was timely. My old job was becoming even more ridiculous than normal. Several other friends had moved away. Someone raided and destroyed my vegetable garden while we were on vacation. A private mining operation intent on destroying the granite outcrops (the namesake of the county and the lake itself) at the foot of Big Stone Lake was approved by the county board, leaving feelings of broken faith and helplessness within the community.
I've been going through boxes of books recently. I tend to hoard books, much like a squirrel hoards acorns - find ones I like, hide them away somewhere and forget where I've put them. I came across a box of cookbooks from the move. I found this book inside.
JoAn had lent this book to me years ago. She asked me to take good care of it, and return it when I was finished. Of course, me being me, I kept it far longer than I should have. She never mentioned the book again - whether she forgot about it, or was just being polite, I don't know.
I've kept in touch with few folks from my old Ortonville life. I read occasional updates on the book of faces. Coincidentally, most of those folks have also moved away. But for whatever reason, I didn't keep in close contact with JoAn. I heard of her passing several years ago. I didn't make it to her funeral.
Sorry, JoAn. I should have kept in touch. I should have returned the cookbook. But I will treasure it and your friendship always.
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Monday, December 31, 2012
Part of my job involves managing natural resources. A pretty big part of it, actually. Now, 'managing natural resources' means a lot of different things to a lot of different people. For state parks in Minnesota, it means in part "... to preserve, perpetuate, and interpret natural features that existed in the area of the park prior to settlement ..."
Prior to European settlement, most of southwestern Minnesota was covered in tall grass prairie. In river valleys and ravines there would be areas of oak savanna, which is prairie with scattered oak trees. Fort Ridgely State Park is located partly within the Minnesota River valley, and contained areas of both prairie and savanna. So a good chunk of our resource management involves trying to restore these natural features.
Without fire to suppress their growth, trees and brush have gradually invaded the park's grasslands. Part of our efforts involve removing these invaders. Ideally we would do this by re-introducing fire into the system. Prescribed burning, however, has its limitations. It won't knock back the bigger stuff, and getting the humidity, wind, staffing schedules and control measures to all cooperate at exactly the perfect way at exactly the right time is very difficult.
So we do a lot of cutting. Chainsaws, brush saws and brush mowers. It is painstaking work. Not only do you have to cut the trees down, you have to decide what to do with the wood. Small stuff can be left on the ground to rot, but bigger stuff should be hauled away. And, you need to stop the stump from resprouting next year. The easiest way to do this is to use chemical herbicide.
We use backpack sprayers to spot treat the cut stumps. We add a blue dye to the sprayer to mark which stumps have been treated.
Every little small stump needs spraying. In this picture you can sorta see the minefield of blue branches sticking up out of the ground. The orange flag on the tree in the foreground marks a burr oak that we are saving, to replicate the scattering of oaks in the savanna.
In the foreground you can see the area we have mowed, cut and sprayed. In the background is an area we haven't worked on yet, thickly filled with young trees and shrubs.
Like I said, it is painstakingly slow work. A crew of four people can work one full day and cover maybe, maybe an acre. Depending on the types and sizes of trees in the area. But it is rewarding. Tall grass prairies and savannas are magical, beautiful places. They are my favorite places, where a person can go and lose themselves for an moment, an hour, an afternoon.
Photo from Baird Creek Preservation Foundation
Posted by Jo at 9:07 PM