Today I bicycled through the prairie, reminiscing over the years I spent in a tiny pioneer-style house with a water supply which relied solely on rainfall, and my conclusion was that those were some of the best years of my life. The prairie edges into your soul as surely as the mountains do.
365Caws is now in its 14th year of publication, and was originally intended to end after 365 days. It has sometimes been difficult for me to find new material, particularly during the winter months, but now as I enter my own twilight years, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to provide daily posts. It is my hope that along the way I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world. If so, I can rest, content in the knowledge that my work here has been done.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Southwest Washington Prairie
Today I bicycled through the prairie, reminiscing over the years I spent in a tiny pioneer-style house with a water supply which relied solely on rainfall, and my conclusion was that those were some of the best years of my life. The prairie edges into your soul as surely as the mountains do.
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