We trekked to the Great Plains Nature Center today for our (last?) nature walk. We took no books, no paper, no pencils... just our weary selves. We watched clouds, watched grasshoppers, sat on our favorite benches, and ate Larabars. (Yes, Larabars are a BreadwithHoney-approved snack food!) I refused to be sad.
We talked about what nature walks will be like in the Rocky Mountains. I remind myself that it's a bit silly to cry over big bluestem prairie grass and Kansas sunsets- which are amazing, by the way- when we will soom be trekking mountain trails instead of paved prairie walks. Really, Maureen, cry us a river, right?
Well, I've lived and loved in Kansas long enough to appreciate the beauty and subtleties of the landscape, the openness of the space, the air, the sky. I mean, anyone can take great pictures from the top of a mountain, but it takes artistry to compose pictures on the dry summer prairie.
Or so I tell myself....
Anyway, without further ado about nothing- here is our little ode to the beauty of a dry, Kansas, summer afternoon.
One clover, and a bee,
The revery alone will do,
If bees are few."
-Emily Dickinson, Poems
-Caleb Baylor Hive, 2005
-Pauline R. Kezer