For everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
This is a pictorial record of my prairie gardens at the corner of my front and side yard, overlooking the intersection. Spring is coming, and so is Summer, Autumn, and then Winter again, each with its own weather, plants, and pleasures. We have rain, we have snow, we have wind, we have sun–I’m overjoyed to live in a 4-season climate.
March 2014 today. The snow is still deep and, more importantly, still white and still incredibly beautiful. Many of the grasses and forbs have, however, been knocked down and buried by the snow.
April 2012 Shooting Star (Dodecatheon media) and Prairie Smoke (Geum trifolium) begin their long period of bloom from mid-April until mid-June or even longer.
June 2009 Ohio Spiderwort (Tradescantia ohiensis), White Wild Indigo (Baptisia leucantha), and Foxglove Beard Tongue (Penstemon digitalis).
July 2010 Pale Purple Coneflower (Ehcinacea pallida), Wild Quinine (Parthenium integrifolium), Butterfly Weed (Asclepias tuberosa), and Stiff Coreopsis ( Coreopsis palmata).
August 2013 Wild Blue Indigo (Baptisia australis) foliage in foreground, Showy Black-eyed-Susan (Rudbeckia speciosa var. sullivantii) and Prairie Baby’s Breath (Euphorbia corollata) in parkway.
September 2012 Smooth Blue Aster (Aster laevis), Stiff Goldenrod (Solidago rigida), and Indian Grass (Sorghastrum nutans) in west parkway.
October 2012 Indian Grass (Sorghastrum nutans), Heath Aster (Aster ericoides), Smooth Blue Aster (Aster laevis), and Prairie Baby’s Breath (Euphorbia corollata).
Nov 2012 The chocolate brown seed head candelabras of Culver’s Root (Veronicastrum virginicum) stand out in the fall and winter garden.
At Christmas I no more desire a rose
Than wish a snow in May’s new-fangled mirth;
But like of each thing that in season grows.
Love’s Labour’s Lost
January 2005–taken 9 years ago–there was more Little Bluestem (Schizachyrium scoparium) in that area then there is now; it seems to have migrated from the top of the shallow slope to the bottom next to the sidewalk. The copper-colored blades show off brilliantly against the alabaster snow.
The rhythm of the cosmos is something we cannot get away from without bitterly impoverishing our lives. …we are cut off from the great sources to our inward nourishment and renewal, sources which flow eternally in the universe.
D. H. Lawrence