Pine cone, pollen and puddle time #phenology

male pine cones from driveway

Yesterday's torrential downpours must have knocked down whatever was left of any male pine cones from the white pines along the drive. The large puddle that forms in the driveway's low spot was surrounded by short, slightly curved cones about one-half inch long. It's become clear that the local flocks of goldfinches, grosbeaks and others have decided that the birdbaths are for drinking from, and muddy driveway puddles are for bathing in. This afternoon the dogs and I repeatedly scattered bathers from their ablutions as we took our afternoon constitutionals.

woodcock bathing in driveway, June 2015

Photo by J. Harrington

Last year yielded an even more pleasant puddle surprise when I noticed a woodcock bathing in the selfsame water-filled low spot, although not the same water, obviously. The "timberdoodle" didn't return this year, but then neither have the scarlet tanagers, nor, to any noticeable extent, have the orioles. So much of the world's beauty is so ephemeral we need to be more thankful when we do get to enjoy it.

I enjoyed finally making it back to a more permanent pleasure, the St. Croix River Visitor Center. Today's trip was to do a little exploring outside and some note-taking on the interior exhibits for a writing project. No photos this trip, but next time for sure, when I'll also remember to bring a field guide plus a camera to identify and photograph what's blooming in their native plant garden restoration. Today I noticed several plantings of what I think are spiderwort and some yellow flowers that I don't think are brown- or black-eyed susans, goat's beard, or sunflowers, but what they are I obviously can't venture. This is part of the reason I plan on multiple return trips.

SAID THE TOAD

By J. Patrick Lewis

I was really in a muddle
looking over a mud puddle
’cause I didn’t have a paddle
or a twig to ride the reef.
But I said, Oh, fiddle-faddle,
this is just a little piddle
of a second fiddle puddle
so I saddled up a leaf.
I set sail on the puddle,
but I reached the muddy middle
and I rocked the leaf a little,
then I gave it all I had.
And I solved the mighty riddle
of the whole caboodle puddle
when I hopped up on the middle
of a beetle launching pad

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Water notes, sweet and sour

There are several hopeful signs that Minnesota, and the USEPA, may be starting to give water quality and supply issues the attention needed. In no particular order of importance, because I think they're all important, here are some opportunities for you to make a difference in Minnesota's quality of life.

The U.S. Forest Service wants your input (they'll soon have mine) on whether they should consent to the renewal of mineral leases for the proposed Twin Metals copper mine in the BWCA watershed. The Service appears to be leaning against renewal. I think that's wise and here's part of my reasoning, from a report summary on the EarthWorks web site:

"In 2012, state and federal documents were reviewed for fourteen copper sulfide mines representing 89% of U.S. copper production in 2010 – the most recent data on copper production available from the U.S. Geological Survey. These mines provided a representative view of the types of environmental impacts resulting from the development of copper sulfide deposits, focusing on pipeline spills, tailings failures and water collection and treatment failures"

• All of the mines (100%) experienced pipeline spills or other accidental releases.
• At 13 of the 14 mines (92%), water collection and treatment systems have failed to control contaminated mine seepage, resulting in significant water quality impacts.
• Tailings spills have occurred at nine operations, and a partial failure of the tailings impoundment occurred at four out of fourteen mines (28%).

The St. Louis River delivers pollution to Lake Superior

Photo by J. Harrington

Perhaps, with modern techniques and equipment, plus adequate regulatory commitment, mining's track record could be improved, but, based on the recent record of the Minnesota Pollution Control Agency, we'd be naively optimistic to think that they'd do a better job with copper mining regulation than they have with taconite mining and processing. In response to this petition, the Environmental Protection Agency is currently in the midst of a serious evaluation of Minnesota's ability to effectively control water pollution from taconite mining. (For years I worked for a public agency responsible for financing compliance with wastewater discharge permits. We never got the kind of "kid glove" treatment mining has.)

Finally, you can support a proposed alternative to the current system by commenting in favor of EPA's rule change. According to Minnesota's own WaterLegacy:

For the first time in history, the U.S. Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) has proposed rules to wrest expired water pollution permits out of state hands.

Take action today to support new EPA authority to replace out-of-date water pollution permits and protect Minnesota lakes and streams.

 I agree with Governor Dayton that Minnesota's water supply and wastewater treatment infrastructure systems are way underfunded. I just don't think that throwing money at funding expansions of infrastructure systems is much more than engaging in enabling behavior. America, including Minnesota, made a major commitment to attaining and maintaining clean water back in 1972. The 1985 goals might have been, obviously were, unrealistically optimistic. It's been a log time since 1985. It might be helpful if someone would start to put together an integrated listing of infrastructure needs, specific water issues to be addressed by each project and whether an "equitable" funding package (federal, state, local, other) is feasible. It might make sense, if the state is picking up the tab for essentially local infrastructure needs, to make local growth capacity be conditioned on development of an unsubsidized tax base so we're not always trying to play catch up and robbing poor Peter to pay even poorer Paul. (See Strong Towns web site.)

River

By Ginger Murchison

Late afternoons, we'd tuck up our hems

under Minisa Bridge, scrape our white knees

on scrub brush and drowned trees to slide

down the dirt bank past milk-weed

gone to seed, cattails and trash to sit on stones

at the edge of the river and giggle and smoke,

waiting to wolf-whistle North High's rowing team.

In the shadows where the milk-chocolate river

unfolded, ooze between our toes, we'd strip,

risk long-legged insects, leeches and mothers

for the silt slick on our thighs, the air thick

with the smell of honeysuckle, mud—the rest

of the day somewhere downstream. We didn't

know why, but none of us wanted

to go home to polite kitchens and mothers

patiently waiting for what happened next,

the way women have always waited for hunter husbands,

kept vigils and prayed at the entrance of mines.

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