The Flowering Hawthorne
This Hawthorn is a member of the Rosaceae family (Crataegus coccinea -- American species; oxycantha, European)
A band of Native Americans called Ojibwe tribe who spoke Anishinaabemowin (the oldest languages in North America}), called the seeds of this tree Manidoominens. These are the sacred seeds/fruit of the hawthorn tree, is the Anishinaabemowin word that women gave to the little seed beads which are the glory of the beadworker's art.
The Ojibwe word Agobisowin -- "to be sewn on made of fine small things" -- is an old White Earth Anishinaabemowin name for this flower, obviously in reference to its use as a beadwork pattern. It was also used as a toothache remedy. Agogwaadan is a present-day word meaning "to sew something (like beads) onto some material."
My first encounter with the Hawthorne was in my childhood. I didn't notice them in California...as they were buried in hundreds of other pieces of nature, all colorful, and scenes of oceans and Redwoods. Yet the other day I ran across a 30 foot tall Hawthorne only a 1/2 mile from my location in Cheney, WA.
I drove by enough on my electric scooter to alarm the owner who thought I was acting suspiciously. Such is the way post 9/11.....but before she had a chance to call the gendarmes, I informed her I was only admiring the tree which was on her land. And among all of the natural things on her expanse of property, she knew the name of this tree. For she too had been curious at one time, many years ago.
I took several pictures of the tree, but thought the one I present today described it best. A full shot of the tree was unremarkable and very close pictures made it appear other than a tree....so I opted for a medium distance to sow off best its colors and leaves.
The connections between myself, and things which have Native American backgrounds are tight. I am sympathetic as well as empathetic. At times these qualities can be a blessing and at times a curse. But this day I felt closer to origins or human on North America. Chief Seattle purportedly said it best......
"Every part of this soil is sacred in the estimation of my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove, has been hallowed by some sad or happy event in days long vanished. Even the rocks, which seem to be dumb and dead as the swelter in the sun along the silent shore, thrill with memories of stirring events connected with the lives of my people, and the very dust upon which you now stand responds more lovingly to their footsteps than yours, because it is rich with the blood of our ancestors, and our bare feet are conscious of the sympathetic touch."
AUTHENTIC TEXT OF CHIEF SEATTLE'S TREATY ORATION 1854
Very judicious selection of just one bunch of these marvellous Hawthorne flowers to focus on, Bob.
Despite and in addition to that, the entire frame makes a lovely composition that pleases the eye.
Your note once again adds a rich cultural dimension to your picture.