A Year in the Life of the Prairie

It appears that my husband may actually be living with me again. Yesterday he signed a contract with his employer stating that they intend to keep him at their nearby facility for awhile now. That means we will remain out on the prairie for the time being. If I was a betting person, I would wager we won't be here any longer than another year though, because the company is preparing to open a new, huge facility in another part of the United States within the next 12 months.

I am going to try to enjoy the time I have left on the prairie as much as possible though. Today I thought I would show you some more of what we have experienced living here in the last year.

Autumn will come to the prairie again soon. The nights will grow longer and the daytime shorter. The fields will turn golden. Then the harvest will begin.

Winter will arrive suddenly with the howl of a prairie blizzard rattling the windows and pounding on the doors. Then silence will follow in the stillness of the snow covered fields.

Spring is so very slow to arrive on the prairie. The skies open up and gray, dreary rain replaces the snow. The fields turn into acres of black, muddy, muck. Just when you think you can't take the drabness anymore, tiny hints of green appear in the yards and along the roadside. Then one day a gentle breeze blows in the new season and the flowers return. Planting begins.

Summer is my favorite season on the prairie. It is spectacular. Everything is alive again. The land is green as far as the eye can see. The corn grows tall and strong. The breeze blows, and the birds sing their sweetest songs.

A year on the prairie is filled with extremes. There is sweltering heat in summer and frigid cold in winter. There is unceasing rain in the spring and golden sunshine in the fall. Life is ever changing here, yet every season is beautiful in its' own way. You just have to stop for a moment and enjoy what surrounds you. Blessings to you.