THE VILLAGE VOICE

November (Hubbard Lake, MI) "Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life." ~ Krishnamurti November (Hubbard Lake, MI)

"Before white settlement and land cessions transformed Indian life, entire communities would move to the lakeshore in time for the fall wild rice harvest. Working in family groups, a man poled two women out to the family's section of the lake in a canoe, where the women, armed with two sticks, would bend the rice stalks over the canoe and knock off kernels until the canoe was full. On shore, the rice was sun-dried or parched over low fires and then pounded and winnowed. Today, double-ended rowboats are often used in place of canoes and instead of the traditional pairing of a man and two women, pairs of men or women now harvest rice as a team. " ~ WILD RICE HARVESTING (Wisconsin Historical Society) ~ November sky and countryside (Wisconsin ) ____________________ CREAM OF WILD RICE SOUP "Wild Rice is actually a grain, very similar to barley. The cooked product produces a rich, nutty and earthy taste. The perfect base for this satisfying soup." A November treat f...