|Shoe trees along the Mississippi|
After living here all these years, I seldom pay any attention to these trees now, although they are spreading from what was a solitary tree to several. Because they are unusual and native to our area, at least we have never seen them elsewhere on our travels, I give you these La Crescent Shoe trees. Another phenomena is the wide diversity of shoes, heels, boots and sizes now adorning the limbs, what began as tennis shoes has mutated into all styles, something for everyone. These remain all year long, through rain, wind, snow, sleet and sun. Less visible in the spring and summer when the trees are leafed out, they are starkly there when the trees are barren. Likely some young individuals get a kick out of contributing to the blooming.
While our December weather continued to be balmy on Saturday, I stopped to snap these photos of the shoe trees. A cousin going along the Interstate noticed us and called later to ask if my shoe shopping was successful.
|Close up of boots, styles, shoes, notice the Nike|
Likely most people unfamiliar with our area or just passing through do not notice this native species. There is a small turnout along this grove, but then no other place to turn along the I 90, so likely if someone saw the shoes growing, they would scratch their head and wonder what they might have just seen? It's a part of the river road!
The very next day we did not travel the interstate because winter arrived. People who have lived here forever need reminders of snsnow driving techniques, lest they become ditchers. If you follow me on Facebook you know that from these wintry wonderland photos. The first snow of the season has arrived and we are all white. The front rose garden has transitioned to white glow, from this
with the freshness of seasons changing dramatically. OOps I must retrieve that apple basket autumnal garden flag...it has been blalmy for so long that I forgot it.
|Look at the miniature Alberta Spruce to the left, resembling |
a woman wrapped in cloak and arms folded infront
|The front bayberry bushes from this|
You have the gist of it, we are white and ready to enjoy the cleanness;
we are most fortunate here in the Coulee region, our streets and
roads are always clear and we are not bound inside. Unless we so choose to be.