It was possibly the most beautiful September day ever.
When we received a gracious invitation to go wild rice harvesting.
Our capable and very patient host acted as outfitter and guide.
He smoothly steered us through the tall plants as we carefully bent them over the canoe and knocked the long, ripe grains into the boat bottom.
Some fell into the water to become next year's plants.
Many went into the canoe. As well as into our hair, shoes, and decolletage.
Several hours were spent gliding over the water, rhythmically moving heirloom cedar sticks across gunnels, bounty gently showering down into a pile at our feet.
We will be pleased if, after cleaning, our day's harvest provides enough rice for a Thanksgiving potluck offering.
And we feel very fortunate to have experienced an important tradition of the Ojibwe people and Northwoods culture.
In good company, in good health, under a beautiful blue sky on clear blue water.