Take a walk through the prairie today in Wisconsin. The grass is seven feet high. I think about the settlers years ago who had to make their way through the sea of grass, as I walk on a path cut in the UW Arboretum.
Some of the flowers are nine feet tall:
Through the flowers, you can see the morning moon:
Thistles:
Trees, beautifully aged:
And beautifully dead:
August 5, 2004
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