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Let It Grow, Let It Grow

6/6/2015

 
PictureKate's Prairie-in-Progress (June 2015)
Remember last year when everyone was singing the song from Frozen, "Let It Go"? Well, this summer my theme song is "Let It Grow." My prairie expert came to visit last week to have a look at my prairie-in-progress. The first thing he said when he got out of his SUV was, "This is looking smart." It made me so happy. I want my prairie to be smart, especially because when it comes to this prairie stuff, I'm not. But I'm learning. A lot. 
     For those of you who have been following this project, I've spent the past year trying to convert an acre of weeds and rocks on my Missouri farm to prairie flowers and grasses. So far, I've sprayed, raked, burned, and sown. To my eye, the hillside still looks pretty shabby, almost as if it's growing out a bad haircut. But when I look more closely, I notice some good things taking root.


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See the guy on the left? That's a Shasta Daisy. And the gal on the right? I have no idea. I've been calling her Mysterious Miss Purple. Pretty, right?
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The plant that I've been calling Little Bunny Ears, is Coreopsis. I have  hundreds of them growing on my hillside. They're going to grow up to be pretty yellow flowers. 
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This darker leaf has a soft, almost velvety texture. According to my prairie expert, Doug Bauer, it's going to grow up to be coneflower. I can't tell if it's Pale Purple Coneflower, Purple Coneflower, or Grayhead Coneflower. I guess I'll find out when it blooms. Cone-flowers are my favorite.
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I'm pretty sure this delicate lady, who I've been calling Feathery Comb, is actually Partridge Pea. I have no idea how it got that name. (I'm going to have to ask Doug. I should also send him this report to see how smart I am about my prairie. But isn't it *fun* to learn new stuff?)
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Oh, and woe to you who look like this. Sorry to say, but I have to pull you out by the roots. You're a noxious invasive annual weed whose broad leaves are blocking the sun from a lot of better stuff growing beneath you. So away you go. Here's the funny thing: A year ago, I was standing on this same hillside, telling my prairie godfather that I couldn't tell the good stuff from the bad. I didn't know what to keep and what to kill. One year later, I'm learning. Slowly but slowly, I'm learning. Planting a prairie is a metaphor for writing. And for life.      
Ed
6/6/2015 10:04:49 pm

So beautiful. It looks heavenly and you must be so pleased. Take a small garden chair, a cool drink, sit at the top of that hill and dream of your next wonderful book. Keep us posted of the prairie. OOOH,
*Prairie Post* -- great name for a newspaper.

Jean Webster
6/7/2015 01:30:21 am

Kate,
I do not know if you are familiar with the Broadway musical *Brigadoon* but looking at you lovely garden bought these words immediately to my mind:
Brigadoon, Brigadoon,
Blooming under sable skies.
Brigadoon, Brigadoon,
There my heart forever lies.
Let the world grow cold around us,
Let the heavens cry above!
Brigadoon, Brigadoon,
In thy valley, there'll be love!


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