Big Bluestem
Every last day of every month since August when I wrote my last blog entry, I made a vow on my morning walk to write a “state of the prairie” piece.  It never happened—life got in the way.  But this 31st day of October, Halloween for kids and Reformation Day for some Protestants, I will do just that.  I didn’t have to decorate the house or have goodies ready because here out in the country no one comes down the long drive just for a little piece of candy.  There are more fertile grounds.

However the earth was intensely fertile this year.  After our late burn during the first week in May, the lakeside of the field came back stronger than ever.  The big bluestem and Indian grass, which have mellowed into golden brown, are taller than our heads and their roots reach even farther beneath the surface.  This week a hard frost accented each stem and shoot in the field, bounded by still colorful trees in the distance.  I especially liked the sparkling switch grass, which is sure to amaze me all winter. 

The bright flowers have gone to seed, each in their unique way.  I’m thankful for the milkweed in its many iterations that remain showy all year long.  The fallen leaves in the woods are dry and crunchy, while the monster trees still hold some at their heights.  The abundance of our cultivated garden has been cooked or stored.  We see fewer critters around but they leave their scat on the warm driveway.  Our faithful companions, the swan family, are still with us as they teach the young ones to fly.  We never know when we will hear the last swish of their elegant wings as they leave us for the winter.

The other day, we gave a talk in a series called, “Tending God’s Garden.”  I had to admit to the audienthat mostly God tends us in this prairie garden.  Now, as we face November, the hardest month to love in climates like Michigan we still count on being tended even though death blankets the earth and the promise of resurrection seems like a “pie in the sky” kind of idea.  But new life comes this way—it is part of the plan.  Even the skeletons of plants and the ice on Flat Iron Lake assured us that seedtime and harvest and bluegills will come again!


11/18/2011 5:42pm

So pretty. I love nature scenes this time of year. Comforting to know spring is around the corner. A wide corner for those of us in the Midwest, but nevertheless new life will come!

Carol Rottman
11/18/2011 11:26pm

Thanks for letting me know that you read my blog. Yours comes right to my email but I only hear when someone goes to the site and leaves a comment. It is time for another state of the prairie--what a difference two weeks makes. We have had our first light snow and the swans left while we were not looking. They forgot to say goodbye.


Anyone know where I can find more information?


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