For Everything There is a Season

For everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Ecclesiastes  3:1

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.

 May 2010  Shooting Star and Prairie Smoke (Geum triflorum)

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.

December 2013

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.

 William Shakespeare

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.

February 2013  Much less snow than this year.

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

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