Rhubarb’s Spring Ascent
As spring takes hold, rhubarb makes its impressive ascent. Vibrant green leaves unfurl, reaching skyward, hinting at the delicious treats to come.
As spring takes hold, rhubarb makes its impressive ascent. Vibrant green leaves unfurl, reaching skyward, hinting at the delicious treats to come.
From humble seeds, emerald dreams unfurl. Each tender lettuce leaf, a silent whisper of resilience, paints a vibrant tableau of community, sustainable art, and the profound beauty of shared food in a changing world.
The wild blueberry, a painter's deepest blue, embodies the north's resilient heart. Each tiny orb, a concentrated burst of flavor and ancient wisdom, defies commercial uniformity, a testament to nature's art and community's reciprocal embrace of land and sky.
White blossoms unfurl, a silent chorus in the boreal breeze. Each petal whispers ancient stories of resilience, food, and community, a living art etched upon the northern canvas, honouring land and human spirit intertwined.
From winter's hush, a verdant symphony unfolds. Each tender apple shoot, a brushstroke on the northern canvas, whispers tales of resilience, community's embrace, and the art of defiant growth against the unpredictable breath of the climate.
From slumbering soil, a vibrant tide unfurls, painting the landscape with whispers of crimson. Each berry, a tiny heart, beats with stories of earth’s embrace, resilience, and the sweet defiance of community’s art against the vast, uncertain sky.
As the earth awakens, a tender raspberry shoot emerges, a vibrant brushstroke on the canvas of our sustainable agriculture pilot. Last year, with the generous support of the Manitoba Agriculture Indigenous Food Systems and Agriculture program, we sowed the seeds of this living art project. Now, the soil pulses with renewed life, a symphony of growth echoing through the nascent canes.
I’ve come to understand that in the quiet momentswhen hands are busy and mouths are full—something deeper is happening.
In the fragile lattice of morning light, the spider’s work stands as a monument to patience and design.
This spiderweb, soaked in dew and backlit by daybreak, could be mistaken for code—strings of logic floating midair.