From some of what I've read, this is the time of year, and the kind of weather, that might have, in the old days, caused Native Americans to eat roots and bark to stay alive. We're fortunate to have more than adequate supplies of food and fresh vegetables in our home. But, in anticipation of (preparation for?) any forthcoming Armageddon, some of the folks who live here thought it might be interesting to learn how to prepare pine bark. Here are photos of the preparation process. Collection photos you'll need to find on your own. There were only two pair of snow shoes, and the collectors didn't take photos.
white pine bark strips © harrington
separating outer bark and cambium © harrington
full bowl of cambium © harrington
"green" fingers stained by outer bark © harrington
cambium soaking in water © harrington
draining cambium strips © harrington
cambium strips on cookie sheet © harrington
dry in oven (200 degrees, 30 minutes) © harrington
dried cambium ready for grinding © harrington
Kimberly Blaeser helps move us into Spring with her Haiku Journey.
the tips of each pinethe spikes of telephone poleshold gathering crows
may’s errant mustardspreads wild across paved roadlook both ways
roadside treble cleftfeeding gopher, paws to mouthcheeks puffed with music
yesterday’s spring windruffling the grey tips of furrabbit dandelion
turkey vulture feedsmechanical as a red oil righead rocks down up down
stiff-legged dog risesgoes grumbling after squirrelold ears still flap
snowy egret—curves,lines, sculpted against pond blue;white clouds against sky
banded headed birdthis ballerina killdeerdance on point my heart
leaf wind cold through coatwails over hills, through barren treesempty garbage cans dance
damp September nightlone farmer, lighted tractordrive memory’s worn path
sky black with migrationflocks settle on barren treesleaf birds, travel songs
october moon castover corn, lighted fieldscrinkled sheaves of white
ground painted in frostthirsty morning sun drinks whiteleaves rust golds return
winter bare brancheshold tattered cups of summerempty nests trail twigs
lace edges of icemanna against darkened skywords turn with weather
now one to sevendeer or haiku syllablesweave through winter trees
Northern follows jigbody flashes with strike, dive:broken line floats up.
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