Technically, school had started when we caught the south Minneapolis 2nd annual Monarch Festival. But it was still Summer and the festival concluded our lazy summer perfectly as it celebrates the end of summer through the migration of the monarch butterflies from Minnesota to Mexico. It combines the vibrant, warm culture of Mexico with stoic Minnesotan resignation of impending cold.There was mucho art.
Here Emma decorates the butterfly kites that they hung and flew during the festival.
Calvin and Enoch made mud balls (dirt packed around milk weed seeds to plant for hungry Monarchs on their way to Mexico).
Willa and me with a hard, young KetzalCoatlicue Aztec Dancer.
We listened to great latin music. As well as canoed, played games, and ate nummy, nummy pastries from A Baker's Wife.