Friday, July 9, 2010

Prairie Story 25-A Celebration of Life

This bee has a spot on it's back to make it look like a large eye, not a small insect.

This picture has a very large ant eating on a cluster of aphids. My sweet corn started to tassle this last week so come over in a few weeks and it will be a buttery delight.

A swallowtail butterfly feasting on a tiny zinna. I followed this around for a few more shots.

A magnificent sunset on Lake Red Rock, Iowa's largest lake.I frequently camp here since there is so much to do. A small town nearby celebrates it's Dutch heritage, and has two of the best bakeries in the state, along with a great meat market famous for it's ring bologna.

This giant savannah oak could tell many stories of out in the prairie. It's thick bark protects it from fire when the prairie would catch fire, allowing it to survive.
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Their family kept coming to this land of plenty. Some of the immigrants emigrated to the larger cities. Many of their family came for railroad jobs, and traveled through the country with promotions. The biggest disappointment was when the family barber moved on, all became shaggy. A cousin moved back soon after, taking over the spot left behind. New peoples in an old land, now a new land again. Once where a tiny house stood now had three homes on the property. Apple trees planted by the original owner still bore the sweetest of fruit. His son enjoyed stopping at the old homestead and picking a few, and was always welcomed with his wonderful stories. Stories how they shared the land with the Native Americans, and how the tall grasses waved like ocean waves, and how the coyotes lulled them asleep. The sweet songs drifted in from the prairie through his stories, and carried this wealth away.

Uncle was the patriarch of this clan now, being the oldest member. He marveled at the wealth of love he received for being in that position. Women had been cooking for three days, just to celebrate his birthday and coincidentally the anniversary of their family moving to this marvelous land. He raised his glass to the family and could hardly speak, remembering so many family members he really wished could be here. He raised his glass again and bowed with elegance. It was all he had to say as he was cheered by the crowd, and personally congratulated all night long. What a wonderful fiesta, the pomp and ceremony was all directed by his niece, complete with a wide variety of entertainers. If you knew how to play guitar that night, you played the night away, blending the music with the song of life, carried across the land on a gentle prairie breeze .
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Su corazón está latiendo tan fuerte, lo puedo oír.
(Your heart is beating so loud, I can hear it)




6 comments:

  1. I can't wait for the local sweet corn to be ready here. It seems to be growing extra fast this year. That is a gorgeous sunset.

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  2. Amazing insect shots.
    - Love the idea of "...playing the night away, blending the music with the song of life, (carrying it) across the land on a gentle prairie breeze."
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  3. I love the butterfly picture. Following a butterfly can be a very enjoyable pastime.

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  4. You got some very good shots of the insects. The sunset is beautiful. I really liked the old tree. Interesting fact about how they can survive a burn. I enjoyed reading how things are changing for the family.

    Hey...save a couple of ears of corn for me!:)

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  5. Yum, I can taste that corn, nothing like home grown. Beautiful tree

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