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Losing Ground and Lost in Place

For the second year in a row there has been a noticeable loss in the variety of our prairie plants. Our three native varieties of coneflowers disappeared entirely. Last year, only one bedraggled half-grown coneflower struggled for survival on ground where dozens had bloomed in past years. The Rattlesnake Masters are also gone, their blue-grey spiked globes hovering above waving grasses like minute alien aircraft. Perhaps it’s too early, but I can’t find my usual stand of Big Blue Stem prairie grass either. August may end up being the month we intentionally kill off half our prairie, necessary to replant and restore balance to our small re-creation of lost Wisconsin prairie. It’s been a very long time since I posted … I’d hit the blogger wall of indecision and over questioning; why was I doing this, what did I expect, and who am I? I’m back where I started, still haven’t answered any of those questions, but I have completed another set of photos to post. My site also looks different. I messed with my theme during my renewal and found I couldn’t upload my backup. Still working on THAT one! My apologies to those that I may have lost in the process … my links are also gone. Please contact me if you haven’t heard from me in a long time – I’m literally lost in WordPress land!

HIGHLIGHTS IN THE SHADOWS

 

If granted such a passion

I will dance in rain

Be happy with bad weather

And not cry for loss of schedule

The flowers on the prairie

Are doubled down with fear

That if standing straight in windstorm

Will tear them from the land

Even grass bends low

Shelters neighbors near

Keeps tender buds from breaking

Open petals safe from hail

Wisdom lives in prairie

Passed down from year to year

Inherits genetics ancient

Arranged gardens never know

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There are lovely wet adventures

In a garden under rain

To those that dare to venture

With clothing soaked and dank

Nature often shows her best

When hiding light behind the clouds

Living things run for shelter

And leave land unguarded

End of stormy weather

Shows clouds of yellow hues

Like pies baked upside down

And thrown angrily aside

Bruised sky looking saddened

Lightning struck and thunder battered

Silently slipping over me

Turmoil waning and strength depleted

That all the glory of the storm

Will go to sunset in the west

That rain left untouched

And swiftly skirted past

The last hurrah of rainy day

Will come from setting sun

Reflected off of stormy boil

And bounded down to praise