May/June 2020 • Vol. XLII No. 3 Nature’s Nature 2020May 1, 2020 |

And the Wild Grapes Do Their Very Bluest

She tells me you can eat them but not now, though I only want to mark their hue, a blue somewhere between the inner branches of spruce and the wake of a boat at dusk, hurrying in from the blackening bay. In fact, they match the darkest berries on the juniper too, and speak of what the trees here consider best for end of summer wear. Last night I wore the white for Schubert’s Trout because I knew these ladies were probably the last to care what colors can’t be donned beyond the holiday’s close. They’re rich, of course, these ladies, or would be in the minds of those who’d never venture so far up this spit of land that interrupts the great and moody lake. Intrepids who’ve laid claim to all the views, Potawatomi and French, Norwegian bachelor farmers, pickers and arborists and prisoners of war, and now these ladies laughing about their absent men — gone to early deaths or younger wives who will not get, by God, the summer house. Now we can all fold the white

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By Leslie Adrienne Miller

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