
MAY
Ana-sku'tee
Planting Month
We, the old settlers here in council
with the late emigrants, they are
perfectly friendly towards us...we
have full confidence they will receive
you with all friendship.
SEQUOYAH
May 1
A Country road in May hums with activity.
Bees comb the clover fields for nectar. Buttercups and
dayflowers open to the sun and a mockingbird sets out
to mimic every sound it has ever heard--even the
baby chick. Wild onions and pink verbena share space
and the buttery blooms of buffalo peas nod in spring
breezes. Only now the air has warmed to the sun and
the plants and leaves of oaks grow so much overnight
that the sky closes in like a cocoon. Now is the time
to slow down and enjoy the minute changes as they
come hourly, the scents, the roadsides filled with new
plants, and the green hills and valleys. They come
quickly, the di ga ne tli yv s di, changes, that sometimes
mature before we see the difference. If we are not
careful, our clouded thought and vision shut it out
until we have missed the best part.
This brings rest to my heart. I feel like a leaf after a
storm, when the wind is still.
PETALASHARO
By: Joyce Sequichie Hifler
Ana-sku'tee
Planting Month
We, the old settlers here in council
with the late emigrants, they are
perfectly friendly towards us...we
have full confidence they will receive
you with all friendship.
SEQUOYAH
May 1
A Country road in May hums with activity.
Bees comb the clover fields for nectar. Buttercups and
dayflowers open to the sun and a mockingbird sets out
to mimic every sound it has ever heard--even the
baby chick. Wild onions and pink verbena share space
and the buttery blooms of buffalo peas nod in spring
breezes. Only now the air has warmed to the sun and
the plants and leaves of oaks grow so much overnight
that the sky closes in like a cocoon. Now is the time
to slow down and enjoy the minute changes as they
come hourly, the scents, the roadsides filled with new
plants, and the green hills and valleys. They come
quickly, the di ga ne tli yv s di, changes, that sometimes
mature before we see the difference. If we are not
careful, our clouded thought and vision shut it out
until we have missed the best part.
This brings rest to my heart. I feel like a leaf after a
storm, when the wind is still.
PETALASHARO
By: Joyce Sequichie Hifler
