{"id":1950,"date":"2019-03-24T14:57:14","date_gmt":"2019-03-24T21:57:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1950"},"modified":"2019-03-24T14:57:14","modified_gmt":"2019-03-24T21:57:14","slug":"the-way-we-learn-to-belong","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1950","title":{"rendered":"The way we learn to belong"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Footsteps of Spring. Unless otherwise captioned, all images are by Maureen Eppstein.<\/p><\/div>\n

Once more we are at that seasonal turn familiar in California history: after a winter of great rains, floods and mudslides, the promise of an extraordinary blaze of color as wildflowers burst into bloom. My first experience of this magical transition was in 1969, my second spring in this new country. I describe it in letters to parents:<\/p>\n

Feb. 28, 1969<\/em>
\n<\/span>It has actually stopped raining for the past hour. Another shower on the way, of course, but such a respite to see the sun. We have been averaging one sunny day a week for the past two months, and the general situation is already critical. We are not doing too badly in the Santa Clara Valley. All the creeks are contained by reservoirs up in the hills, and although the largest one, Anderson, is spilling over the top and flooding parts of east-side San Jos\u00e9, the others are still holding their own. Fortunately the weather-man had predicted a respite for the next four or five days, i.e., drizzle instead of a deluge, and the authorities are hoping to get enough water away through the sluices of the other six dams during this time to make room for next week\u2019s storms. Where we live is on relatively high ground anyway, so it is unlikely that we would be affected. The really big headache though is Central Valley, which drains the whole of the Sierra Nevada range. The Sacramento-San Joachim delta has flooded twice already in the past two months, and the river levels are still dangerously high. But in the high Sierra the snow fall is already twice the annual average, and we are only one third through the rainy season. Sooner or later that stuff is going to thaw, and if there is a warm rain up there, the effect will be sudden and disastrous. Meanwhile, it is still raining, with violent storms rolling in from the Pacific with tedious regularity. For some vast meteorological reason, the storm belt has swung further south than normal this year\u2014so we are getting what Alaska usually gets. (They say it\u2019s a mild winter in Alaska this year!)<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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A field of mixed wildflowers: Arroyo Lupine, Baby Blue-eyes, Purple Owls Clover and Tidy-tips. Image from Mother Nature’s Backyard<\/a>.<\/p><\/div>\n

And a few weeks later:<\/p>\n

April 14, 1969<\/span><\/em>
\n[After a visit to the Lick Observatory on Mt. Hamilton]<\/span> We decided to see what it was like on the other side of the mountain. We found ourselves in a charming little valley, the San Antonio, which we followed back to Livermore and the freeway home. The land in this part is lightly wooded, and very sparsely populated\u2014we saw a few ranch houses, occasional small herds of cattle, the odd horseman and dog, and that\u2019s all. And at this time of year, the earth between the trees is covered with fresh grass, so scattered and strewn with wildflowers that it looks like some magic carpet.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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Goldfields<\/p><\/div>\n

I think it is one of the most wonderful sights I have ever seen. Great swathes of colour, of every shade. One they call Sunshine, or Goldfields, a tiny daisy-like flower, brilliant yellow. It grows only a few inches high, but in such profusion that, as its name implies, it makes a great field of colour. And on the slopes of Mt. Hamilton we thought for a while the snow was still lying, there were such patches of a snowy white flower. But other colours too, pinks and blues right through to the purples and reds. And down in the lower valleys, the California poppy, a brilliant orange. \u2026I love these flowers so much.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

An interviewer recently asked me what moved me toward writing about nature. I replied that as an immigrant, learning about the land was a big part of learning to belong to my adopted country. I\u2019ve found this be particularly true when I moved from the Bay Area to the Mendocino coast. I\u2019ll always be grateful to Dr. Teresa Sholars, whose College of the Redwoods wildflower identification class gave me the names of beloved beauties. Here\u2019s a poem about them:<\/p>\n

California Wildflowers<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

It seems a simple joy<\/span>
\n to greet the flowers by name<\/span>
\n Tidy Tips, Goldfields, Blue-Eyed Grass,
\n<\/span>Crane\u2019s Bill and Cream Cup,
\nSticky Monkey Flower,
\nMule’s Ears, Owl’s Clover,
\n<\/span>Sun Cups glossy by the path,
\n<\/span>Milkmaids in shade,<\/span>
\n Lupine and Poppy on the slope,<\/span><\/p>\n

but to the immigrant who after 40 years<\/span>
\n still speaks with foreign intonation,<\/span>
\n these are pet-names for familiars<\/span>
\n precious as friends,<\/span>
\n who speak in a language without words<\/span>
\n of soils: clay and serpentine,<\/span>
\n of rains and drought,<\/span>
\n the way the lineaments of the land<\/span>
\n impress themselves,<\/span>
\n the way we learn to belong.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Cream Cups<\/p><\/div>\n

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California Poppy, Coastal variety.<\/p><\/div>\n

In a couple of days I\u2019m off to Portland, OR for the Associated Writing Programs (AWP) conference. I was invited to be part of a group representing Scarlet Tanager Books<\/a>, publisher of the anthology Fire & Rain: Ecopoetry of California<\/em>, in which I have several poems. We’re hosting a reception at the conference, and doing a reading at a neighboring bookstore.\u00a0 Being recognized as an \u201cecopoet of California\u201d makes me feel that, after what is now 52 years, this beautiful state is home. Enjoy this season\u2019s flowers.<\/p>\n

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Fire and Rain cover<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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