Prairie Blog
My Heaven.
Daily, I step onto the land with an expansive view beneath an endless sky limited only by the changing light, weather, and seasons. I share slices of life unfolding on the prairie—reflections about its people, the wildlife, and untamed nature.
The Sandhill Cranes know it’s coming.
Last night, as the sun set, I heard the familiar songs and trills of migrating sandhill cranes in the distance. Their overhead passing is a week early, as they are usually spotted in droves passing through in mid-October. Though their familiar calls as they sweep
We’re innocent!
It wasn’t me! It was his fault! All three of them just sitting there looking the other way. None of them copping on the truth. Thirty minutes earlier, we were out hiking when I stopped to snap a photo. That’s when I heard Bandit barking
The Reluctant Medium
I’m always amazed at what shows up when least expected. This photo for one. It was taken back in 1996 or so. I came back to Nebraska to visit Mom and this space. I had been returning since my folks had purchased their land in
Dad’s Anniversary.
W. Reynold Brown On August 24, 1991, my father, W. Reynold Brown, died in West Nebraska. His remains are buried in the prairie cemetery near his home. I dislike using the word “died” because the accepted euphemisms conjure the same limited thoughts. Passed. Expired. Perished. End.
A Great Surprise
I have been sitting on this news for over a month. July 22, 2023, Cynthia Springs, author of her Greater Reality trilogy, called in excitement, “Book Three, Seven Stories To Light the Way Home, is out on Amazon, and your writing is featured.” “You’re published!”
Our Daily Bread
It’s Wheat Harvest Season. This may be my favorite time of the year –or one of many. Checking the wheat for harvest. It has been a difficult wait for the grain to mature. This summer brought lots of rain, and the grain slowly matured. Finally,
June came and now…. GONE!
Wet, Wild, and Wonderful. June came through here fast and furious with all the furor Nature could bring. Inches of rain poured down upon the land. Wheat, alfalfa, and pasture grasses drank up the moisture as fast as she could send it. We have been
Dentist, Cicada and Me
I looked like a mess. My shirt was thoroughly wrinkled, and my hair stuck out in every direction, but I went out the door looking like this anyway. My 4×4 TrailBlazer, well, that, too, needed to be washed. Several inches of mud coated the inside
Life on The Edge
I live on The Edge. My home is on the edge —where the prairie meets the forest. Here, the Sandhills border farmlands. Wildlife and domestic cross along the same game trails. I climb to the top of the sandstone buttes behind my home. There, I