The evening the sun casts a glow across the tall grass prairie.
The Big Bluestem is beautiful. It is just beginning to get it’s purple cast. I love this little bit of untouched prairie. Can you imagine buffalo and wild horses running along with this grass tickling their bellies? It must have been quite a sight long ago.
The early settlers must have waded through this field. The Native Tall Grass prairies were not always friendly..a lightening strike could turn this beautiful prairie into a prairie fire that would have to burn itself out.
There are only a few of these untouched fields in our area. I enjoy them while I can, I am sure in a few years they will all be gone:(
Aldo Leopold wrote:
“Man always kills the thing he loves. And so we the pioneers have killed our wilderness. Some say we had to. Be that as it may, I am glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in.”