Wild Rice
At the end of August the kernels of this grain are getting heavy and sweet. They fall into your canoe as you slide through the rice beds or you can pick them off the stems and eat them. Now the mallards and the Indians are starting their more thorough harvest. The nights are frosty but the days are still warm. The mosquitoes are almost gone. Often there will be a haze over the water and then the distant boulders may look as though they are floating. You wish that you would never have to go back to town.
Wild Rice Painting by John L. Peyton
By John L. Peyton
Wild Rice
At the end of August the kernels of this grain are getting heavy and sweet. They fall into your canoe as you slide through the rice beds or you can pick them off the stems and eat them. Now the mallards and the Indians are starting their more thorough harvest. The nights are frosty but the days are still warm. The mosquitoes are almost gone. Often there will be a haze over the water and then the distant boulders may look as though they are floating. You wish that you would never have to go back to town.
Wild Rice Painting by John L. Peyton
By John L. Peyton