Isn't this a wonderful sculpture? I am a little remiss in not having looked for and noted down the name of the piece and the artist. This is one of the sculptures in the garden outside a local museum. We had such gorgeous weather on Sunday (don't be deceived by the brown grass . . . only a week ago it was frigidly cold here . . . things will green up in time) that I had to take a walk and soak up the sunshine and warmth.
We've had such miserably cold weather that I couldn't possibly stay inside and as there is no proper garden nearby to walk through I always like to have some interesting destination in mind. That is a problem when you live in an urban setting, sometimes there is nothing pretty to look at when walking. I live close to the museum (as a matter of fact I wait outside it every morning for my bus to work), so another visit to see Poseidon seemed in order. After checking out my my favorite pieces of the exhibit, I took a stroll outside.
This pioneer woman (her corn cob pipe always elicits a chuckle out of me) in her covered wagon reminded me too much time has passed since I last read one of the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. I barely finished Little House in the Big Woods before I was ready to read about Almanzo's adventures in Farmer Boy. The next instalment is Little House on the Prairie. Do you see a resemblance between the cover illustration of my book and the sculpture? It seemed fitting to pair the two here.
This is the first of what I believe will be a number of moves for the Ingalls family. Their cozy little cabin in the Wisconsin woods is no longer unique. There are too many people living in the Big Woods now and it is time for the family to move on to greener pastures and more opportunities, so they have set off for Indian country. As the saying goes, it is Westward ho! And they are leaving at the very end of winter. If they wait any longer they won't be able to cross the ice covered Mississippi. Finally--a reason why the cold and snow and ice might come in handy!
From Wisconsin to Minnesota they travel--it's a long way to Indian Territory. They cross the Missouri on a river raft--covered wagon and all. My teaser is from their westward journey. They are now in Kansas not far from their final destination.
"Kansas was an endless flat land covered with tall grass blowing in the wind. Day after day they traveled in Kansas, and saw nothing but the rippling grass and enormous sky. In a perfect circle the sky curved down to the level land, and the wagon was in the circle's exact middle."
"All day long Pet and Patty went forward trotting and walking and trotting again, but they couldn't get out of the middle of that circle. When the sun went down, the circle was still around them and the edge of the sky was pink. Then slowly the land became black. The wind made a lonely sound in the grass. The camp fire was small and lost in so much space. But large stars hung from the sky, glittering so near that Laura could almost touch them."
"Next day was the same, the sky was the same, the circle did not change. Laura and mary were tired of them all. There was nothing new to look at."
(Sounds like Nebraska, too). They are almost there and then the real adventure will begin. I am hoping that steady reading this week will mean I can move on to On the Banks of Plum Creek next week! I recently finished another Nebraska/Plains-related book and hope to write about this week. So now I am ready for another book to fill that slot (I'm still planning on reading more books of local interest) and am contemplating picking up Mollie: The Journal of Mollie Dorsey Sanford in Nebraska & Colorado Territories, 1857-1866. As I am between diaries at the moment, it would be the perfect choice. I think the journal covers approximately the same period as Little House on the Prairie--I do love companion reads. You know how it goes--one book always leads to another.