Tuesday, August 31, 2010

It's A Girl!

A giant celosia

Black Swallowtail on a Butterfly Weed

Greater Swallowtail on Canadian Thistle

Spoiled cat

Local horse show with cowboys armed to the teeth.
The wind gathered and reminded him of the change in the seasons. He had cut more wood than you could shake a stick at. She often made fun of him when she gathered wood for the fires she so enjoyed outdoors. These were romantic times with the new baby near, drawing them even closer to one another. She shook him one night to tell him it was time. Is she sure he thought lamely? There are few things you can be sure about, but there is one thing that you can be totally sure of, and this was it! He ran down the lane a bit when he realized he would need a buggy to bring the midwife back. Running back home, he hitched his mare, and raced down the lane and two miles along the river to her home. It seemed to take forever for her to get ready, and gather the necessary items she wanted.

There was no hurry since the labor was long and relentless. She stayed calm and delivered a beautiful daughter. They both rejoiced with the new baby on her chest. Mother and daughter felt the bond of the song of life, shared with others in the home. They listened for a bit, hearing a beautiful cooing sound in a new paradise. This moment shared was taken out into the universe, on the wings of fairies.

The prairie would change through this babies life. Her mother looked back at a time that prairie remnants stretched for miles, and never seemed to stop. When this lady entered college, the rugged prairie had been tamed. Its beauty was placed on a shelf and somewhat forgotten. Why would we ever forget the land that fed us? The baby’s new life was carried out into the prairie, on a cool night breeze.
Thinking of you and you and you
Don’t know what to do, or what is due
All I can say comes from deep in my heart
I knew I loved you from the very start
Don’t let our love keep us separate or apart.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Gone Camping

The fish just never seemed to stay off the hook when they started that morning and lunch would be filling. He would have to eat all he caught so he could fish some more. There seemed to be certain strength in eating trout fresh. This hidden retreat was used to enjoy the remote outdoors, or what was allowed of it in a state forest. Out of the blue a new friend appeared with two cups of coffee. They shared this with the beautiful azure waters, frolicking in the valley, warming up in the morning sun. The fish became craftier and nibbled gingerly at their bait without ever getting caught, and became fatter for the next fisherman. The joy and happiness was carried down the stream and shared with all who have now found out how to listen.

A call to start coals was shared as the fishermen approached their camp. A few stragglers stayed, avoiding round the clock fishing with hiking and biking. Dinner was comparable with lunch with fish, fish and if you caught a third one, fish. Beverages, lots of ice, beans and butter were the other staples brought. A deluge of junk food was always needed and stops at certain restaurants a tradition. Having a picture with one fish on each finger became a necessary photo, to remember the moment where time starts and stops, as you allowed it to. When it is time it shall happen, there was no clock to follow. The smoking cedar bark ceremony was shared around the campfire, a time honored tradition to purify ones soul.

A benefit of visiting a wilderness, no matter how slight, is catching the rustic spirit still dancing about. Feel the breeze, listen to the flowers sigh, as the dew is trickles off of them when warmed by the sun. Watch the sunrise and sunset, chasing the moon as it follows the stars. Look for and find peace with yourself, oblivious to all around you. Expand on your thoughts and desires, feeling them deep within your heart. The prairie winds whispered lightly, adding on to the story of life already shared.
Tell me all about freedom with love
Tell me about the heavenly essence
Given to us from high above.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Happiness Carried On A Gentle Prairie Breeze


Those who know me very well
Know that work doesn't come before play
There is always a tomorrow
So have lots of fun today

Tiny little flower
Starts to bloom
Covering the prairie
Until there is no room.
Have you heard that message
Perhaps it came as a song
Nature loves us all
It can't be wrong
So respect it well
Always help it along
If not it might disappear
And you know that doesn't take long.

We all need to work at always getting along and offering a helping hand. That is the strength the prairie gave us in its gentle song and chants. Who will offer us advice if we eliminate this valuable network? Where will one catch that gentle prairie breeze, on the drying tear on their cheek? Must something almost be near extinction before we try to return the helping hand this massive expanse has offered us? Feel that prairie breeze upon your face and feel its spirit.

If you haven't been to Nature Center Magazine, http://www.nc-mag.com/, it is one to check out.I have had fun sending articles and photos for them to use. There is a wide assortment of information to enjoy. I know many of you read it, and many have been their blog of the week .

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Flying Flowers

Eastern Tailed Blue

Western White

Gray Hairstreak

Alfalfa Sulpher

Red-Spotted Purple

Mourning Cloak


Giant Swallowtail

Black Swallowtail

Tiger Swallowtail
Pearl Cresent


Great Spangled Fritillary

European Skipper
Butterfly lands on a flower
How are you doing today
Do you have something for me
Something sweet will be okay

Monday, August 23, 2010

Birds Of A Feather Flock Together

An Indigo Bunting

Something very small I see
It is really true blue
Singing just for you and me
I love this song, thank you.

Those of similar taste congregate in groups, or birds of a feather flock together.

Tastefully purple
In search of a meal, two hens near the woods.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Prairie Story 32- A New Life In An Old Land

Do they bite when they light or should I just brush it away? This might hurt me , more than you.


She looked out her kitchen window, and watched as her children came running in with armfuls of flowers to use for the fiesta at her neighbors. People thought she grew them, but she smiled thinking how they grew on their own, in her beautiful prairie meadow. The previous owners had told how they enjoyed this area, and how it was when their families moved here. Once mighty oceans, now were only ponds and lakes, gentle streams of faith trickles throughout the prairie, celebrating life as it is. They filled a bucket with water and put the flowers in water, filling her kitchen with a warm spirit. She sat down feeling slightly dizzy, she hoped some of the blooms weren’t stirring up an allergy.

She had been tender all over for a few days, and today seemed even more intense, but she had been busy all morning. Now that she sat down she realized how tired she was. The last time she felt like this was…..no this couldn’t be, but a blessing if it was. A warm feeling spread over her and was carried along on a wisp of a breeze, and drifted through the house and out the windows. She called to her husband, out in the barn fixing their buggy decorations. They danced the night away at the fiesta, the stars seemed to shine brighter on both of them. They whispered a song of life to all who would listen. They gave their blessing to this new child, but saved the news to share with others for another day. Her hair blew across their lips when they kissed and it reminded her of a first time this had happened.

Their family grew and prospered on this once great prairie, a proud land, from a very old time, yet so new for many. They marveled at the stories before roads really existed. Paths, and well- traveled trails linked this marvelous ecosystem to all points of the compass, calling sisters and brothers to seek new lives. The blend of culture and personalities made this nation stronger, from a wealth of cultivated ideas. Determined souls worked hard building up their farms, where others had perhaps given up. How many other souls flew through this wonderful land, at times a vast ocean of many forms. Giant mammoths and mastodons traveled to and from. Herds of rhinoceros, camels and horses ran through the mighty grasses. Giant amphibians and fishes swam its massive oceans. Where did this upright creature enter? Where was that magnificent garden?

Her garden gave them a wonderful assortment of fresh and canned goods. She had fun putting little plots of flowers amongst her vegetables to get a better pollination. The enjoyment of these beautiful flowers alone graced her wonderful pathways. This also made it easier to cut bouquets to bring inside. A variety of fruit trees bordered two sides, with berry patches bordering another. The front was always done in rows that was their initial, in a major splash of color and variety. Nothing tastes as good as fresh picked produce, discussing flowers and sharing bouquets. The kinship with the land often was gently swept up in the palms of a gentle prairie wind, and carried across the plains.
One thing I appreciate
Is the time we have met
And offered ourselves so simple.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Prairie Story 31- Again and Again

Neither she nor her husband’s families had ever been in this country. Upon arrival from France they sought out a few distant acquaintances that their family had known, but to no avail. The couple had lived in a hotel for a few months until they were able to purchase their home. Her husband worked for the university as a language professor, and she worked at home building up a wonderful garden and raising their two children. To remember their homeland she had brought a rock that her Grandmother had found as a child. It was heavy, and thought to be a meteor perhaps. It had passed through the family to her, and it was a treasured piece of history. When she took it to the university, they studied it for a week. Their analysis proved it not to be from the heavens, but from the deep earth, perhaps uplifted and carried hundreds of miles within a glacier.

She had made friends with a neighbor who told her tales of living on the prairie when settlers first arrived. They came to a new land, which had been an old land for her neighbor’s tribe. They shared this friendship for her first nine years in her new home. Both had shared a love of flowers; many she had were planted from seeds carried from her neighbor’s homestead out on the prairie. There was a time of sharing to see something new bloom each week of the season, shapes and colors ever changing. To this she had added a number of plants she had enjoyed living across the ocean. It was fun to meet new people who moved into town from their lives farming the beautiful country. They would also share stories how their families tamed this wild land.

She worked to build a substantial flowerbed, roving out into it with her friends, always finding new things to show. Dinner parties always circumvented from the fresh produce harvested from their back terrace. Bouquets graced the homes of all of her neighbors. Her children played in the fertile soil, having a delightful time learning to be stewards of the land. Some of the produce never made it into the house; a favorite for friends was grazing in the raspberry patch. She would often have a group over to harvest and can, sharing the rewards of their labors. This took the monotony out of canning and brought them all closer as new friends. This love of the land and labor was carried across the land, on a gentle prairie breeze.
It is hard to place a price on friendship
A lifetime of sharing you and me
Something we never should forget
How precious this can be.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Charming Dragonflies

A dragonfly flew near me
Come sit with me I said
It is hard to wait much longer
And off he soared instead.