Prescribed Prairie Burns

The last day of April brings the end of National Poetry Month, so I want to share a poem with you today. These words, and the accompanying image, emerged from a recent walk at the Decorah Community Prairie. I couldn’t……

Creating Rainbows

“I hope I don’t step on a snake.” This intrusive thought wrangles its way into my mind as I climb the steep ditch toward the field. The tall grass, laid low, crunches under my feet. I’m not wearing the right……

Sunrise?

I told Doug recently that I missed seeing the sunrise. When we lived outside of the city limits, it was easy to observe the light ascending at the break of the day and descending again when it was time for……