Sunday Brunch

By Boak Wiesner Summer has settled on us and with it a veritable feast of color on the prairie. Everywhere I turn, colors, especially purples and gold, greet my eyes. Clouds and sunny skies alternate overhead, lighting them in different ways. It’s not merely the flowers that show these colors but some insect visitors, too….

Summer Song

 By Mary Beth Pottratz A song sparrow beckons us along the trail around Green Heron Pond with its delightful melody. With the woodland to my left and wetland to my right, I dash from one side of the trail to the other. An orange Meadowhawk rests on flower buds of Culver’s root. Its wings reflects…

On Flying Things

By Greg Lecker Arriving at the Spring Peeper Meadow parking lot, I view a prairie tableau: grassy expanse, bur oak, anise hyssop, and a female brown headed cowbird on fence post. Early mornings are good times to visit prairies and wetlands – especially on a day when a heat advisory is forecast. Even at 71…

Slow Superlative

By Boak Wiesner Here I am in the Woodland Garden on our aphelion, which means that a little later this evening, the Earth will be farthest from the Sun. Since the force of gravity makes us revolve around that Sun, we’re therefore moving the most slowly in our orbit. Ah, that we really could slow…