Bogs get a bad rap. People tend to think they're just a waste of good land. However, they have a unique beauty, especially when frosted with winter.
This is my favorite bog that I often visit in northern Minnesota. I've written about it before. (See Bog Wonder). I recently finished reading "The Good Berry Cookbook" by Tashia Hart. It's much more than recipes about wild rice. She also describes her relationship to plants and the importance of Manoomin (wild rice) to her Native culture.
One funny story she shared was about spending an hour admiring plants (orchids, Labrador tea, pitcher plants, etc.) in a bog. A car pulled up on the dirt road near the bog and parked. A woman emerged and then, "squinted at me, and began to shout, 'What are you doing out there!' It came across as less a question about what I was doing and more a question about my character. 'Looking at flowers!' I replied, still crouched low. She stood there for a bit, hands on hips, obviously disturbed, then shook her head and flailed her arms as she stomped back to her vehicle and drove away."
Tashia mentions that one must be careful not to sink into bogs. Perhaps the woman was concerned for her safety. But Tashia felt safe there. Moose walk on the floating plant masses and seem to do fine. But to be safe, she recommends bringing a friend along.
She offers a recipe for Swamp Tea, made with the Labrador tea plant. I think those reddish masses in my photo are dried up Labrador tea plants. The tea is supposed to lift anxieties and aid creativity.
Sounds good to me. Next time I'm at "my" bog, think I'll put on my rubber boots or snowshoes, grab Russ, and meander out there to gather some tea leaves. We'll see if anyone stops and yells at us.
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