|1st Wheat Crop in March 2008|
To the untrained eye the prairie, nascent or mature, looks a lot like an unmown, neglected field. Part of that impression comes from our being accustomed to the manicured lawns of the city, or the orderly products of agriculture.
|The prairie in spring 2019|
To quote Melinda's favorite poet, Gerard Manley Hopkins ("Inversnaid"),
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.