My Little Prairie
After a thunderstorm and lots of rain last night, I walked out to our 1-mile labyrinth through our 20-year-old prairie. I noticed the mist rising through the thick morning air and smelled the freshness of the ground and air. Dew dripped from the Big Bluestem. Showy Tick-trefoil was seen drooping its purple head now standing 4 feet high towering over the already bloomed Golden Alexanders.
Still the Ohio Spiderwort sends out a spectacular 3 petaled blue flower saying goodbye once again to its blooming season.
The Yellow Coneflowers reach skyward with blooms in the green buds ready to burst into their summer yellow suits supporting their cone heads.
Mad Dog Skullcap sported its pink and white blooms and stood at attention just below the ever-growing Indian Grass.
Cup Plant had reached the overflow mark as its’ cupped leaves held at least 4 ozs. of water after the rain. It continues its upward growth trying to once again outdo itself having reached over 7 feet in height last year.
A closer look revealed a Cream Gentian trying to get attention but alas all it could show were its waxy leaves waiting for another month to bloom and show off its pale yellow color. Of course the Butterfly Milkweed needs no search to find as it shows forth its psychedelic orange heads stealing all the attention to itself.
The prairie hides many treasures just waiting to surprise the passerby with its individual personality made up of a hundred species of native flowers and grasses forming a living community adapted to the seasons of time. A virtual kaleidoscope of dazzling colors turning off and on as the seasons roll by, is there to just enjoy. Each species alone can be cherished but we sometimes forget that they all joined hands at one time making one of the largest living communities in the world sweeping from Texas to Canada.